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BEING  A  COLLECTION  OF  HYSINS.  FROM  VARIOUS 

AUTHORS,    DESIGNED  TO  AID  IN  THE 

WOKSHIP  OF  GOD. 

Compiled  by 

C.  GIL.L.MORS  &  P.  SHEPHERD. 


Let  the  inhabitants  of  tho  rock  sing ;   let  thrm  «fto!jt 
from  the  top  of  the  mountains.      Isa.  xlii.  II. 


THIRD  EDITION. 

Revised,  Corrected,  and  Enkrg'^fL 

GKNEVA,  N.  Y. 
Printed  by  J.  Bogert,  for  the  Prspritiorr. 

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Hymns  on  various  subjects Page. ...5 

Sacramental  Hymns, 137 

Funeral  Hymns, 145 

Judgement  Hymns, 161 

Selection  from  Watts'  Psalms, 164 

Selection  from  Watts'  Hymns 197 

Spiritual  Songs, .....> 261 


TO  the  Brethren  of  the  Rf-formed  Methodist 
Connexion  in  the  United  States  of  America, 
and  in  the  Canadas. 

DEAR  BRETHREN— The  undersigned,  being 
a  Committee  chosen  by  Conference  to  examine  man- 
uscripts, do  Certify,  that  we  have  examined  the  se- 
lection of  Psalms  and  Hymns  contained  in  the  fol^ 
lowing  pages,  and  pronounce  it  to  be  judicious  and 
well  calculated  to  pi-omotc  the  growth  of  vital  piety. 
We  therefore  recommend  its  adoption  and  use  by 
the  Churches  in  our  denomination  ;  also  in  private 
families,  and  by  individuals. 

ELIJAH  BAILEY, 
CALEB  WHITING, 
JOSIAH  CHAPIN, 
ABISHA  C.  BUCKLEY. 
May  25,  1833. 


HYMNS,   &c 


HYMN  1.     S.  M. 

WAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake,  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongu« 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 
Sing  of  his  rising  power; 

Sing,  how  he  intercedes  above. 
For  tliose  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  heart 
Ascending  with  our  tongue; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  depart. 
And  grace  inspire  our  song. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 
Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  ev'ry  day, 
In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King. 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 
"Ye  blessed  children  come;" 

Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wand'rers  home. 
B 


Hymn  2. 

C)  Soon  sIkiII  our  raptur'd  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim, 
\nd  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song. 
0/  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  2.     C.  M. 

FIRST   PART. 

FOR  :i  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  praise  I 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace! 
2  My  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 

The  honors  of  thy  JName. 
'^  Jesus! — the  Name  that  charms  our  fear: 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancell'd  sin 
He  sets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 

His  blond  can  m:ike  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  avail'd  for  mc. 

5  He  speaks — and  list'ning  to  his  voire 
New  life  the  dead  receive ; 

The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice  : 
The  humble  poor  believe. 


Hymn  3.  7 

G  Hear  him,  ye  deaf;  his  praise,  ye  dumb, 

Your  loosen'd  longues  employ ; 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 

And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 

SECOND   PA.RT. 

LOOK  unto  Him,  ye  nations;  own 

Your  God,  ye  fallen  race; 
Look,  and  be  sav'd  through  faith  alone. 

Be  justified  by  grace. 

2  See  all  your  sins  on  Jesus  laid  : 
The  Lamb  of  God  was  slain  : 

His  soul  was  once  an  off'ring  made 
For  ev'ry  soul  of  man. 

3  Awake  from  guilty  nature's  sleep, 
And  Christ  shall  give  you  light; 

Cast  all  your  sins  into  the  deep, 
And  wash  the  Ethiop  white. 

4  With  me,  your  chief,  ye  then  shall  know, 
Shall  feel  your  sins  forgiven  ; 

Anticipate  your  heaven  below, 
And  own  that  love  is  heaven. 

HYMN  3.     C.  M. 

OFOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  rae. 


8  Hymn  3. 

2  A  liearl  resign'd.  submissive,  meek. 
My  great  Rttdeemer's  throne : 

Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  O  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart. 
Believing,  true,  and  clean  ! 

Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  ev'ry  thought  tenew'd, 
And  full  of  love  divine  ; 

Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good. 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

5  Thy  tender  heart  is  still  the  same, 
And  melts  at  human  wo; 

Jesus,  for  thee  distress'd  I  am, 
I  want  thy  love  to  know. 

6  My  heart,  thou  know'st,  can  never  rest, 
Till  thou  create  ray  peace. 

Till  of  my  Eden  repossess'd; 
From  ev'ry  sin  I  cease. 

7  Fruit  of  thy  gracious  lips,  on  me 
Bestow  that  peace  unknown  ; 

The  hidden  manna,  and  the  tree 
Of  life,  and  the  white  stone. 

8  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart. 
Come  quickly  from  above; 


Hymn  4. 

Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  love. 

HYMN  4.     P.  M. 

ARISE,  nuy  soul,  arise, 
Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears; 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
I^Iy  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  Hb  ever  lives  above, 
For  me  to  intercede ; 

His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead ; 
His  blood  aton'd  for  all  our  race. 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grac«. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 
Receiv'd  on  Calvary  ; 

They  pour  effectual  prayers. 
They  strongly  speak  for  me ; 
Forgive  him,  O'forgive,  they  cry. 
Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die  ! 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 
His  dear  anointed  One  : 

He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God, 


10  Hymn  5. 

5  My  God  is  reconcil'd, 

His  pard'uing  voice  I  hear ; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 
I  can  no  ioncrer  fear; 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

HYMN  5.     S.  M. 

AH  !  whither  should  I  go, 
Burden'd,  and  sick,  and  faint  I 
To  whom  should  I  mv  troubles  show,. 
And  pour  out  my  complaint? 
31y  Saviour  bids  me  come. 
Ah !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 
And  yet  from  him  I  stay ! 

2  What  is  it  keeps  me  back 
From  which  I  cannot  part  ? 

Which  will  not  let  the  Saviour  take 

Possession  of  my  heart  ? 

Some  cursed  thing  unknown, 

Must  surely  lurk  within  ; 
Some  idol  which  I  will  not  own, 

Some  secret  bosom  sin. 

3  Jesus,  the  hiud'rance  show, 
Which  I  have  fear'd  to  see; 

And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  back  from  thee. 


Hymn  6.  1 1 

.Seaicher  of  hearts,  in  mine 
Thy  trying  power  display  ; 
Into  its  d.ii-kest  corners  shine, 
And  take  the  veil  away. 

4  I  now  believe  in  then 

Compassion  reiirns  alone; 
According  to  my  faith,  to  me 

O  let  it.  Lord,  be  done  ! 

In  me  is  all  tlie  bar, 

Which  thou  vvouldst  fain  remove; 
Uemove  it,  and  I  sliall  declare 

Tiiat  God  is  only  love. 

IIYMx\  6.     L.  M. 

A  WAY,  my  unbelieving  fear! 
a' m.     Fear  shall  in  me  no  more  have  plac*. 
.My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear, 

He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face  : 
But  shall  I  thereiore  let  him  go. 

And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield? 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no, 

I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 

•i  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 
Altliough  the  olive  yield  no  oil. 

The  with'ring  fig-trees  droop  and  die, 
The  fields  elude  the  tiller's  toil, 

The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford, 
And  perish  all  the  bleating  race, 


12  Hymn  7. 

Yet  will  [  tiiumph  in  the  Lord, 
Tiie  God  of  my  salvdlion  praise, 

3  Barren  although  mv  soul  remain, 

And  not  one  bud  of  grace  appear, 
]\'o  fruit  of  all  iny  toil  and  pain, 

But  sin,  and  only  sin  is  here: 
Although  my  gifts  and  comTorts  lost. 

My  blooming  hopes  cut  -iff  1  see; 
Yet  will  I  in  my  Saviour  trust, 

And  glory  that  he  died  for  me. 

1  In  hope  believing  against  hope, 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  I  claim  j 
Jesus,  my  strength,  shall  lift  me  up, 

Salvation  is  in  Jesus'  name. 
To  me  he  soon  shall  bring  it  nigh, 

?tly  soul  shall  then  outstrip  the  wind; 
On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high. 

And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 

HYxMN  7.     C.  M. 

fESUS,  my  strength  and  righteousness 
Qly  Saviour  and  my  King, 
Triumphantly  thy  name  1  bless, 
Thy  conqu'ring  name  I  sing. 
:l  Thou,  Lord,  hast  magnified  thy  name 

Thou  hast  maintain'd  tby  cause, 
And  I  enjoy  the  glorious  shame, 
The  scandal  of  thv  cross. 


Hymn  8.  13 

3  Thou  gavest  me  to  speak  thy  word, 
In  the  appointed  hour: 

I  have  prochiimed  my  dying  Lord, 
And  felt  thy  Spirit's  power. 

4  Superior  to  my  foes  I  stood, 
Above  their  smile  or  frown  : 

On  all  the  strangers  to  thy  blood 
With  pitying  love  look  down. 

5  O  let  nie  have  thy  presence  still, 
Set  as  a  flint  my  face, 

To  show  the  counsel  of  thy  will, 
Which  saves  a  world  by  grace  .' 

t)  O  let  me  never  blush  to  own 
The  glorious  Gospel-word, 

Which  saves  a  world  through  faith  alone. 
Faith  in  a  dying  Lord  ! 

HYMN  8.     S.  M. 
"WESUS,  we  thus  obey 
9W      Thy  last  and  kindest  word  ; 
Here,  in  thine  own  appointed  way. 

We  come  to  meet  our  Lord. 
2  The  way  thou  hast  enjoin'd, 

Thou  wilt  therein  appear: 
We  come  with  confidence  to  find 

Thy  special  presence  here. 
-)  Whate'er  th'  Almighty  can 

To  pardon'd  sinners  give. 


14  Hymn  9. 

The  fulness  of  our  God,  made  man. 
We  here  with  Christ  receive. 

HYMN  9.    L.  M. 

JESUS,  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend, 
On  whom  I  cast  my  ev'ry  care, 
On  whom  for  all  things  1  depend, 
Inspire,  and  then  accept  my  prayer. 

2  If  I  have  tasted  of  thy  grace. 

The  grace  that  sure  salvation  brings; 
If  with  me  now  thy  Spirit  slays, 

And  hov'ring,  hides  me  in  his  wings: 

3  Still  let  him  with  my  weakness  stay, 
Nor  for  a  moment's  space  depart; 

Evil  and  danger  turn  away, 

And  keep  till  he  renews  my  heart. 

4  When  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 
His  voice  behind  me  may  I  hear, 

"  Return,  and  walk  in  Christ  thy  way, 

Fiy  back  to  Christ,  for  sin  is  near!" 
.')  His  sacred  unction  from  above, 

Be  still  my  comforter  and  guide. 
Till  all  the  stony  he  remove, 

And  in  my  loving  heart  reside. 
0  Jesus,  I  fain  would  walk  in  thee, 

From  nature's  ev'ry  path  retreat; 
Thou  art  my  way,  my  leader  be, 

And  set  upon  the  rock  my  feet. 


Hymn  10.  15 

7  Uphold  me,  Saviour,  or  I  fail; 

O  reach  me  out  thy  gracious  hand  ! 
Only  on  thee  for  help  I  call ; 

Only  by  faith  in  thee  I  stand. 

HYMN  10.    L.  M. 

KNOW  then  that  ev'ry  soul  is  fiee, 
To  choose  his  life  and  what  he'll  be  ; 
For  this  eternal  truth  is  given, 
That  God  will  force  no  man  to  heaven. 

2  He'll  draw,  persuade,  direct  him  right; 
Bless  him  with  wisdom,  love,  and  light; 
In  nameless  ways  be  good  and  kind ; 
But  never  force  the  human  mind, 

3  Freedom  and  reason  make  us  men : 
Take  these  away,  what  are  we  then  ? 
IMere  animals,  and  just  as  well, 

The  beasts  may  think  of  heaven  or  hell. 

4  May  we  no  more  our  powers  abuse, 
But  ways  of  truth  and  goodness  choose; 
Our  God  is  pleas'd  when  we  improve 
His  grace,  and  seek  the  world  above. 

5  It's  my  free  will  for  to  believe: 
'Tis  God's  free  will  me  to  receive : 
To  stubborn  willers  this  I'll  tell, 
It's  all  free  grace,  and  all  free  will. 

6  Those  that  despise,  grow  harder  still ; 
Those  that  adhere,  He  turns  their  will ; 


16  Hymn  11. 

And  thus  despisers  sink  to  hell, 
While  those  that  hear  in  glory  dwell. 
7  But  if  we  take  the  downward  road, 
And  make  in  hell  our  last  abode; 
Our  God  is  clear,  and  we  shall  know, 
We've  plung'd  ourselves  in  endless  wo. 

HYMN  11.    L.  M. 

AWAKE,  Jerusalem,  awake, 
No  longer  in  thy  sins  lie  down  : 
The  garment  of  salvation  take. 

Thy  beauty  and  thy  "Strength  put  on. 
2  Shake  off  the  dust  that  blinds  thy  sight, 

And  hides  the  promise  from  thine  eyes ; 
Arise,  and  struggle  into  light, 

The  great  Deliv'rer  calls,  Arise! 
o  Shake  off  the  bands  of  sad  despair, 

Zion,  assert  thy  liberty  ; 
Look  up,  thy  broken  heart  prepare. 

And  God  shall  set  the  captive  free. 

4  Vessels  of  mercy,  sons  of  grace. 
Be  purg'd  from  ev'ry  sinful  stain, 

Be  like  your  Lord,  his  word  embrace, 
Nor  bear  his  hallow'd  name  in  vain. 

5  The  Lord  shall  in  your  front  appear, 
And  lead  the  pompous  triumph  on; 

Ilis  glory  shall  bring  up  the  rear. 
And  perfect  what  his  grace  begun. 


Hymn  42,  18.  IT 

HYMN  12.     S.  M. 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have. 
A  God  to  elorify ; 
A  never  dying  sonl  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 
To  serve  tlie  present  age, 
My  calhng  to  fulfil : 

0  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live; 
And  O  thy  servant.  Lord,  prepare, 

A  strict  account  to  give  ! 

Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assur'd  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  for  ever  die, 

HYMN  13.     S.  M. 

AND  can  I  yet  delay. 
My  little  all  to  give  ? 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away. 
For  Jesus  to  receive  ? 

2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield  ! 
I  can  hold  out  no  more ; 

1  sink,  by  dying  love  compoird, 

And  own  Thee  conqueror  1 


18  Hymn  14. 

3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake, 
My  friends,  my  all  resign  ; 

Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take. 
And  seal  me  ever  thine  ! 

4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 
Nor  hence  again  remove: 

Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  soul 
With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 

5  My  one  desire  be  this, 
Thy  only  love  to  know ; 

To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss. 

No  other  good  below. 
G  My  life,  my  portion  thou, 

Thou  all-sufficient  art; 
My  hope,  my  heavenly  treasure,  now 

Enter  and  keep  my  heart. 

HYMN  14.     C.  M. 

BEING  of  beings,  God  of  love, 
To  thee  our  hearts  we  raise ; 
Thy  all-sustaining  power  we  prove, 

And  gladly  sing  thy  praise. 
2  Thine,  wholly  thine,  we  pant  to  be, 

Our  sacrifice  receive; 
Made,  and  preserv'd,  and  sav'd  by  thee. 

To  thee  ourselves  we  give. 
Pi  Heavenward  our  ev'ry  wish  aspire?- 

For  all  thy  mercy's  store; 


Hymn  15.  19 

The  sole  return  thy  love  require?. 
Is  that  we  ask  for  more. 

4  For  more  we  ask,  we  open  then 
Our  hearts  t'  embrace  thy  will : 

Turn,  and  beget  n^,  Lord,  again; 
With  all  thy  fulness  fill. 

5  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  the  Saviour's  love 
Shed  in  our  hearts  abroad  ; 

So  shall  we  ever  live  and  move, 
And  be  with  Christ  in  God. 


HYMN  15.     L.  M. 

MOLY,  and  true,  and  righteous  Lord, 
I  want  to  prove  thy  perfect  will : 
Be  mindful  of  thy  gracious  word. 
And  stamp  me  with  thy  Spirit's  seal. 

2  Open  my  faith's  interior  eye  ; 
Display  thy  glory  from  above  : 

And  all  I  am  shall  sink  and  die, 
Lost  in  astonishment  and  love  ! 

3  Confound,  o'erpower  me  by  thy  grace  ; 
I  would  be  by  myself  abhorr'd ; 

All  might,  all  majesty,  all  praise, 
All  glory  be  to  Christ  my  Lord  I 

4  Now  let  me  gain  perfection's  height : 
Now  let  me  into  nothing  fall ; 


20  Hymn  16. 

As  less  than  nothing  in  thy  sigjit, 
And  feel  that  Christ  is  all  in  all .' 

HYMN  16.     C.  W. 

JESUS,  the  Name  high  over  all. 
In  hell,  or  earth,  or  sky  ! 
Angels  and  men  before  it  fall, 
And  devils  fear  and  fly. 

2  Jesus,  the  Name  to  sinners  dear, 
The  Name  tr)  sinners  given  ! 

It  scatters  all  their  guilty  fear; 
It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 

3  Jesus  the  pris'ner's  fetters  breaks, 
And  bruises  Satan's  head; 

Power  into  strengthlpss  souls  it  speaks, 
And  life  into  the  dead. 

4  O  that  the  world  might  taste  and  see 
The  rirhes  of  his  grace; 

The  arms  o^  love  that  compass  me, 
Would  all  mankind  embrace. 

5  His  only  righteousness  I  show. 
His  saving  truth  proclaim  : 

"Tis  all  my  bus'ness  here  below, 
To  cry,  "  Behold  tlie  Lamb  !" 

6  Happy,  if  with  -!  y  latest  breath 
I  may  but  gasp  his  Name  ! 

Pretich  him  to  all,  and  cry  in  death, 
"  Behold,  behold  the  Lamb!" 


Hymn  IT.  :2l 

HYMN  17.    L.  M. 

OGOD,  most  merciful  and  true, 
Thy  nature  to  my  soul  impart, 
Stablish  with  me  the  cov'nant  new, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart 

2  To  real  holiness  restor'd, 

0  let  me  gain  my  Saviour's  ralnd^ 
And  in  the  knowledge  of  my  Lord, 

Fulness  of  life  eternal  find  ! 

o  Remember,  Lord,  my  sins  no  more, 
That  then  I  may  no  more  forget ; 

But,  sunk  in  guiltless  shame,  adore 
With  speechless  wonder  at  thy  feet. 

4  O'erwhelm'd  with  thy  stupendous  grace 

1  shall  not  in  thy  presence  move, 
But  breathe  unutterable  praise, 

And  rapl'rous  awe,  and  silent  love. 

5  Then  ev'ry  murm'ring  thought,  and  vaii' 
Expires,  in  sweet  confusion  lost; 

J  cannot  of  my  cross  complain, 
I  cannot  of  my  goodness  boast. 

!j  Pardon'd  for  all  that  I  have  done. 

My  mouth  as  in  the  dust  I  hide  ; 
And  glory  give  to  God  alone, 

My  God  for  ever  pacified  ! 


22  Hymx  18,  19. 

HYMN  18.     S.  M. 

OMAY  thy  powerful  word 
Inspire  a  feeble  woirn, 
To  rush  into  thy  kingdom.  Lord, 
And  take  it  as  by  storm. 

2  O  may  we  all  improve 
The  grace  already  given, 

To  seize  the  crown  of  perfect  love. 
And  scale  the  mount  of  heaven .' 

HYMN  19.     C   M. 

OFOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  : 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
Tliat  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew. 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 

Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  vievir 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  Wliat  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy 'd. 
How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still  ! 

But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return.  O  holy  Dove,  return, 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest  : 

I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn. 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 


Hymn  20.  23 

5  The  dearept  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'ei-  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 

And  worship  only  thee. 
G  So  shall  niy  walk  l)e  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serenn  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  li^ht  shall  mark  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  20.     C.  M. 

OWHY  did  I  my  Saviour  leave 
So  soon  unfaithful  prove  ? 
How  could  I  thy  good  Spirit  grieve, 
And  sin  against  thy  love  ? 

2  I  foro'd  thee  first  to  disappear, 
I  turn'd  thy  face  aside  ; 

Ah,  Lord  !  if  thou  hadst  still  been  here. 
Thy  servant  had  not  died. 

3  But  O,  how  soon  thy  wrath  is  o'er, 
And  pard'ning  love  takes  place! 

Assist  me,  Saviour,  to  adore 
The  riches  of  thy  grace. 

4  O  could  1  lose  myself  in  thee ; 
Thy  depth  of  mercy  prove ; 

Thou  vast,  unfathomable  sea 

Of  unexhausted  love? 
r>  My  humbled  soul,  when  thou  art  near. 

In  dust  and  ashes  lies  : 


24  Hymn  21. 

How  shall  a  sinful  worm  appear,. 

Or  meet  thy  purer  eyes? 
C  I  loathe  myself  when  God  I  see, 

And  into  nothing  fall ; 
Content  if  thou  exalted  be, 

And  Christ  be  All  in  All. 

HYMN  21.    L.  M. 

JESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are.  my  glorious  dress: 
'Midst  flaming  worlds  in  these  array'd, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  thy  great  day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay  ? 
Fully  absolv'd  through  these  I  am, 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame 

3  The  holy,  meek,  unspotted  Lamb, 
Who  from  the  Father's  bosom  came ; 
Who  died  for  me,  e'en  me  t'  atone, 
Now  for  my  Lord  and  God  I  own. 

4  Lord,  I  believe  thy  precious  blood, 
Which  al  the  mercy  seat  of  God 
For  ever  duth  for  sinners  plead. 

For  me,  e'en  for  my  soul  was  shed. 

5  Lord,  I  believe,  were  sinners  more 
Than  sands  upon  the  ocean  shore, 
Thou  hast  for  all  a  ransom  paid, 
For  ALL  a  full  atonemeot  made. 


J 


Hymn  22,  23. 

HYMN  22.     C.  M. 

ESUS,  the  all-restoring  Word, 


My  fallen  spirit's  hope, 
After  thy  lovely  likeness,  Lord, 
Ah,  when  shall  I  wake  up  ! 

2  Thou,  O  my  God.  thou  only  art 
The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way; 

Quicken  my  soul,  in:4iuct  my  heart, 
My  sinking  footsteps  stay. 

3  Of  all  thou  hast  in  earth  below, 
In  heaven  above  to  give, 

Give  me  thy  only  love  to  know, 
In  thee  to  walk  and  live. 

4  Fill  me  with  all  the  life  of  love; 
In  mystic  union  join 

Me  to  thyself  and  let  me  prove 
The  fellowship  divine. 

5  Open  the  intercourse  between 
My  longing  soul  and  thee. 

Never  to  be  broke  off  again 
To  all  eternily. 

HYMN  23.     C.  M. 

THY  life  I  read,  my  gracious  Lord, 
With  transport  all  divine  ; 
Thine  image  trace  in  ev'ry  word^ 
Thy  lovfrin  ev'ry  line. 


26  Hymn  24. 

2  Methinks  I  see  a  thousand  charms 
Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face. 

While  infants  in  thy  tender  arms 
Receive  the  smiling  grace. 

3  "  I  take  these  little  Iambs,"  said  he, 
"And  lay  them  in  my  breast; 

Protection  they  shall  jind  in  me, 
In  me  be  ever  blest. 

4  "  Death  may  ih^  hands  of  life  unloose, 
But  can't  dissolve  my  love  : 

Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
The  family  above. 

5  "  Their  feeble  frames  ray  power  shall  raise, 
x^nd  mould  with  heavenly  skill; 

I'll  give  theni  tongues  to  sing  my  praise.. 
And  hands  to  do  my  will." 

6  His  words  the  happv  parents  hear, 
And  shout  with  joys  divine, 

O  Saviour,  all  we  have  and  are 
Shall  be  for  ever  thine. 

HYMN  24.    L.  M. 

THOU  Lamb  of  God .  thou  Prince  of  Peace^ 
For  thee  my  thirsty  soul  doth  pine ; 
My  longing  heart  implores  thy  grace: 
O  make  me  in  thy  likeness  shine  ! 


Hymn  25.  27 

*i  With  fraudless,  even  humble  mind; 

Tiiy  will  in  all  things  noay  I  see  ; 
in  love  be  ev'ry  wish  lesign'd, 

And  hallow'd  my  whole  heart  to  thee, 

3  When  pain  o'er  my  weak  flesh  prevail.-, 
With  lamblike  paiiencn  arm  my  breast ; 

When  grief  my  wounded  soul  assails. 
In  lowly  meekness  may  I  rest. 

4  Close  by  thy  side  still  may  I  keep, 
Howe'er  life's  various  current  flow  ; 

With  steadfast  eye  mark  ev'ry  step, 
And  follow  thee  where'er  thou  go. 

5  Thou,  Lord,  the  dreadful  fight  hast  won  ; 
Alone  thou  hast  the  wine-press  trod  ; 

In  me  thy  strength'nins  grace  be  shown. 

O  may  I  conquer  through  thy  blood  ! 
0  So,  when  on  Zion  thou  shalt  stand, 

And  all  heaven's  hosts  adore  their  King, 
Shall  I  be  found  at  thy  right  hand, 

And  free  from  pain  thy  glories  sing, 

HYMN  25.     P.  M. 

THIS,  this  is  the  God  we  adore, 
Our  faithful,  unchangeable  Friend; 
Whose  love  is  as  great  as  his  power, 

And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end  : 
Tis  Jesus,  the  First  and  the  Last, 
Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home , 


28  Hymn  26. 

We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past. 
And  trust  hira  for  all  that's  to  come. 


HYMN  26.     C.  M. 
fMlRY  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  groon; 

B        Of  ev'ry  sinful  heart : 
Whate'er  of  sin  in  us  is  found, 

O  bid  it  ail  depart! 

2  When  to  the  right  or  left  we  stray. 
Leave  us  not  comfortless  ; 

Cut  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
Of  everlasting  peace. 

3  Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord. 
Each  other's  cross  to  bear; 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 
And  feel  his  brother's  care. 

4  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 
Our  little  stock  improve; 

Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope. 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 

5  Up  into  thee,  our  living  Head, 
Let  us  in  all  things  grow  ; 

Till  thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed, 

And  spotless  here  below. 
G  Then  when  the  miehty  work  is  wrougiit. 

Receive  thy  ready  bride  ; 
Give  us  in  heaven  a  happy  lot 

With  all  the  sanctified. 


Hymn  27,  28. 

HYMN  27.     S.  M. 

FATHER,  I  d  .re  believe 
Thee  merciful  and  true  : 
Thou  wilt  my  guilty  soul  forgive, 
My  fallen  soul  renew. 

2  Come,  then,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
And  bid  my  heart  be  clean  : 

An  end  of  all  my  troubles  make  ; 
An  end  of  all  my  sin. 

3  I  cannot  wash  my  heart, 
But  by  believing  thee  ; 

And  waiting  for  thy  blood  I'  impart 
The  spotless  purity 

4  While  at  thy  cross  I  lie, 
Jesus,  the  grace  bestow  ; 

Now  thy  all-cleansing  blood  apply, 
And  I  am  white  as  snow. 

HYMN  28.     CM. 

FOR  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
Close  to  thy  bleeding  side  ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea. 

For  rne  the  Saviour  died. 
2  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin. 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 


80  Hymn  29. 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own 
Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art : 

AVash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Th'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply,. 
Till  faith  to  sight  improve  ; 

Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die. 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

HYMN  29.     S.  M. 

EQUIP  me  for  the  war, 
And  teach  my  hands  to  fight : 
My  simple,  upright  heart  prepare, 
And  guide  my  words  aright. 

2  Control  my  ev'ry  thought; 
My  whole  of  sin  remove; 

Let  all  my  works  in  thee  be  wrought ; 
Let  all  be  wrought  in  love. 

3  O  arm  me  with  the  mind. 
Meek  Lamb,  that  was  in  thee  i 

And  let  my  knowing  zenl  be  join'd 
With  perfect  charity. 

4  With  calm  and  temper'd  zeal 
Let  me  enforce  thy  call ; 

And  vindicate  thy  gracious  will; 

Which  offers  life  lo  all. 
")  O  may  I  love  like  thee! 

In  all  thy  footsteps  tread  ' 


Hymn  30.  31 

Thou  hatest  all  iniquity. 

But  nothing  thou  haf5t  made. 
6  O  may  I  learn  the  art, 

With  meekness  to  reprove  ! 
To  hate  the  sin  with  all  my  heart, 

But  still  the  einner  love. 

HYMN  30.     S.  M. 

YE  fearful  saints  march  on, 
It  is  the  Lord's  command, 
Never  let  trifles  stop  yur  way 
To  Canaan's  promis'd  land. 

2  Though  num'rous  foes  arise, 
And  hell  your  course  withstand, 

Still  force  your  passaire  through  them  all 
To  Canaan's  promis'd  land. 

3  Keep  on  a  forward  pace. 
And  never,  never  stand, 

Till  you  behold  your  Saviour's  face 
In  Canaan's  promis'd  land. 

4  Cast  not  a  wishful  nye 
Towards  your  native  strand, 

Like  Lot's  frail  wife,  but  onward  press 
To  Canaan's  promis'd  land. 

5  Mind  not  th' alluring  wiles 
Prepar'd  by  Satan's  hand. 

To  draw  you  from  the  narrow  path 
Which  leads  to  Canaan's  land. 


32  Hymn  31. 

6  The  Scripture  is  your  rule, 
By  it  you  fall  or  stand  ; 

Walk  in  the  way  which  it  points  out 
To  Canaan's  promi^^^'d  land. 

7  Then  shall  you  join  ahove 
With  all  the  ransom'd  band, 

To  celebrate  redeeminjj  love 
In  Canaan's  promis'd  land. 


HYMN  31.    L.  M. 

JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  spread  from  shore  to  shore. 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet ; 
While  western  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  savage  tribes  attend  his  word. 

3  To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  ev'ry  morning  sacrifice. 

\  People  and  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue, 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song. 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 


Hymn  32,  33.  33 

HYiMN  32.    L.  M. 

T^/W'Y  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou, 
XTJB.  To  thee,  lo,  now  my  soul  I  bow  ; 
I  feel  the  bliss  thy  wounds  impart, 

1  find  thee,  Saviour,  in  ray  heart. 

2  Be  thou  my  strength,  be  thou  my  way, 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day : 
In  all  my  acts  may  wisdom  guide, 

And  keep  me,  Saviour,  near  thy  side. 

3  Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me  ; 
As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be  : 
And  if  I  would  from  thee  depart, 
Then  clasp  me,   Saviour,  to  thy  heart. 

4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour. 
Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  power; 
Tear  ev'ry  ido!  from  thy  throne. 
And  reign,  my  Saviour,  reign  alone. 

5  My  sufF'ring  time  shall  soon  be  o'er, 
Then  shall  I  sigh  and  weep  no  more  : 
My  ransom'd  soul  shall  soar  away. 
To  sing  thy  praise  in  endless  day. 

HYMN  33.    CM. 

MY  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine. 
And  will  not  quit  my  claim, 
Till  all  I  have  is  lost  in  thine, 
And  all  renew'd  I  am. 


34  Hymn  33. 

2  I  hold  thee  with  a  irembhng  hand, 
And  will  not  let  thee  go. 

Till  -leadfHsrly  by  t'^ith  I  stand, 
And  all  thy  goodness  know. 

3  Jesus,  thine  nil-victorious  love 
Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  : 

Then  shall  mv  feet  no  longer  rove, 
Rooted  and  fix'd  in  God. 

4  O  that  in  me  the  sacred  fire, 
Might  now  beifin  to  glow  ; 

Burn  up  the  dross  of  base  desire, 
And  niake  the  mountains  flow  ! 

5  O  that  it  now  from  heaven  might  falL 
And  all  my  sins  consume  : 

Come.  Holy  Ghost,  for  thee  I  call, 
Spirit  of  burning,  come. 

0  Refining  fire,  go  through  my  heart, 
Illuminate  my  soul ; 

Scatter  thy  life  through  ev'ry  part, 
And  sanctify  the  whole. 

7  Sorrow  and  sin  shall  then  expire, 
When  enter'd  into  rest; 

1  only  live  my  God  t'  admire, 

My  God  for  ever  blest  I 

8  My  steadfast  soul,  from  falling  fre* 
Shall  then  no  longer  move  ; 

But  Christ  be  all  the  world  to  me. 
And  all  my  heart  be  love. 


Hymn  34.  35 

HYMN  34.     S.  M. 

TT    ET  all  who  truly  bear 

M-J     The  bleeding  Saviour's  name, 

Their  faithful  heart;*  with  us  prepare, 

And  eat  the  Paschal  Lamb: 

Our  passover  was  slain, 

At  Salem's  hallow'd  place, 
Y^et  we  who  in  our  tents  remain, 

Shall  gain  his  largest  grace. 

2  This  eucharistic  feast. 
Our  ev'ry  want  supplies. 

And  still  we  by  his  death  are  blest, 

And  share  his  sacrifice; 

Bv  faith  his  flesh  we  eat, 

Who  here  his  passion  sliow, 
And  God  out  of  his  holy  seat 

Shall  all  his  gifts  bestow. 

3  Who  thus  our  faith  employ 
His  suff'rings  to  record. 

E'en  now  we  mournfully  enjoy 

Communion  with  our  Lord; 

As  though  we  ev'ry  one 

Beneath  his  cross  had  stood, 
And  seen  him  heave,  and  heard  him  groan, 

And  felt  his  gushing  blood, 

J  O  God  !  'tis  finish'd  now  ! 
The  mortal  pang  is  past ! 


36  Hymn  35. 

By  faith  his  head  we  see  him  bow. 

And  hear  him  breathe  his  last. 

We  too  with  him  are  dead, 

And  shall  with  iiini  arise  ; 
The  cross  on  which  he  bows  his  head 

Shall  lift  us  to  the  skies. 

HYMN  35.     C.  M. 

TT    ORD,  I  believe  thy  ev'ry  word, 
J_J     Thy  ev'ry  promise  true; 
And  lo !  I  wait  on  thee,  my  Lord, 
Till  I  my  strength  renew. 

2  If  in  this  feeble  flesh  I  may 
Awhile  show  forth  thy  praise, 

Jesus,  support  the  tott'ring  clay. 
And  lengthen  out  my  days. 

3  If  such  a  worm  as  I  can  spread 
The  common  Saviour's  name, 

Let  Him  who  rais'd  thee  from  the  dead. 
Quicken  my  mortal  frame. 

4  Still  let  me  live  thy  blood  to  show. 
Which  purges  ev'ry  stain: 

And  gladly  linger  out  below 
A  few  more  years  in  pain. 

5  Spare  me  till  I  my  strength  of  soul 
Till  I  thy  love  retrieve : 

Till  faith  shall  make  my  spirit  whole. 
And  perfect  soundness  give. 


Hymn  36. 

*  For  this  in  steadfast  hope  I  wait, 
Now,  Lord,  my  soul  restore : 

Now  the  new  heavens  and  earth  create. 
And  I  shall  sin  no  more. 


HYxMN  36.    C.  M. 

Sf    ORD,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee; 
_S_i     In  vain  my  soul  vvould  fry 
To  shun  thy  presence,  or  to  flee 
The  notice  of  Uiine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-.surrounding  sight  surveys 
My  risirii^  and  my  rest, 

My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
The  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  thee,  Lord, 
Before  they're  form'd  within, 

And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
Thou  kuow'st  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  O  wondrous  knowledge  !  deep  and  higi 
Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 

Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  ev'ry  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 
And  like  a  bulwark  prove. 

To  guard  my  soul  from  ev'ry  ill, 
Secur'd  by  sov'reign  love. 

D 


38  Hymn  37. 

HYMN  37.     CM. 

OTHAT  I  could  my  Lord  receive. 
Who  did  the  world  redeem ; 
Who  gave  his  life  that  I  might  live, 
A  life  conceal'd  in  him  ! 

•2  O  that  I  couid  the  blessing  prave. 

My  heart's  extreme  desire  ! 
Live  happy  in  my  Saviour's  love. 

And  in  his  arms  expire  ! 

3  Mercy  I  ask  to  seal  my  peace, 
That,  kept  by  mercy's  power 

I  may  from  ev'ry  evil  cease, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

4  Now,  if  thy  gracious  will  it  be. 
E'en  now  my  sins  remove, 

And  set  my  soul  at  liberty 
By  thy  victorious  love. 

5  In  answer  to  ten  thousand  prayer? 
Thou  pard'ning  God,  descend  : 

Number  me  with  salvation's  heirs. 
My  sins  and  troubles  end. 

6  Nothing  I  ask  or  want  beside, 
Of  all  in  earth  or  heaven  : 

But  let  me  feel  thy  blood  applie*^ 
And  live  and  die  forgiven. 


o 


Hymn  88,  39.  m 

HYMN  38.     C  M. 
JESUS!  at  thy  feet  we  wait. 
Till  thou  shall  bid  us  rise ; 
Eestor'd  to  our  unsinning  state, 

To  love's  sweet  paradise. 
2  Saviour  from  sin,  we  thee  receive 

From  all  indwelling  sin ; 
Thy  blood,  we  steadfastly  believe, 
Shall  make  us  thoroughly  clean. 
•3  Since  thou  wouldst  have  us  free  from  £«»■ 

And  pure  as  those  above; 
Make  haste  to  bring  thy  nature  in, 
And  perfect  us  in  love  ! 

4  The  counsel  of  thy  love  fulfil : 
Come  quickly,  gracious  Lord  ' 

Be  it  according  to  thy  will, 
According  to  thy  word. 

5  O  that  the  perfect  grace  were  given 
Thy  love  diffus'd  abroad  ! 

0  that  our  hearts  were  all  a  heaven. 
For  ever  fiU'd  with  God ! 

HYMN  39.    S.  M. 

OTHAT  I  could  repent! 
O  that  I  could  believe  ! 
Thou  by  thy  voice,  the  marble  rent 
The  rock  in  sunder  cleave : 


10  Hymn  39. 

Thou,  by  thy  two-edged  aworU, 
My  son)  and  spirit  part; 
Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  Word, 
And  break  my  stubborn  heart. 

2  Saviour  and  Prince  of  Peace, 

The  double  grace  bestow; 
Unloose  the  bauds  of  wickedness. 

And  let  the  captive  go: 

Grant  me  my  sins  to  feel. 

And  then  the  load  remove: 
Wound,  and  pour  in  my  wounds' <o  heal. 

The  balm  of  pard'ning  love. 

0  For  thine  own  mercy's  sake. 

The  hind'rance  now  remove  : 
And  into  thy  protection  take 

The  pris'ner  of  tliy  love; 

In  ev'ry  trying  hour. 

Stand  by  my  feeble  soul. 
And  screen  me  from  my  nature's  power. 

Till  thou  hast  made  me  whole. 

4  This  is  thy  will,  I  know. 

That  I  should  holy  be ; 
Should  let  my  sins  this  moment  go. 

This  moment  turn  to  thee: 

O  might  I  now  embrace 

Thy  all-sufficient  power; 
And  never  more  to  sin  give  placf^ 

And  never  grieve  thoe  more. 


Hymn  40,  41.  41 

'        HYMN  40.     C.  M. 

CHRIST'S  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the 
Flora  ev'ry  weeping  eye  ;  [tears 

And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears. 
And  death  itself  shall  die. 

2  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay; 
Fly  swiftly  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 

And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

o  There  where  mv  blessed  Jesus  reign?, 

In  heaven's  unmeasur'd  space  ; 
I'll  spend  a  long  eternity, 

In  pleasure  and  in  praise. 

"4  Haste,  my  belov'd,  take  my  soul 

Up  to  thy  blest  abode  ; 
Fly,  for  my  spirit  longs  to  see 

My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

HYMN  41.     C.3I. 

COME,  Saviour,  let  thy  tokens  provcj 
Fitted  by  heavenly  art. 
As  channels  to  convey  thy  love, 
To  ev'ry  faithful  heart. 

2  The  living  bread  sent  down  from  heaven, 

In  us  vouchsafe  to  be  ; 
Thy  flesh  for  all  the  world  is  given, 

And  all  may  live  by  thee. 


42  Hymn  42. 

3  Now,  Lord,  on  us  thy  fle?h  bestow 
And  let  us  drink  thy  blood. 

Till  all  our  souls  are  fill'd  below, 
Withall  thelifeof  God. 

4  Determin'd  nothing  else  to  know 
But  Jesus  crucified, 

I  will  not  from  my  Jesus  go, 
Or  leave  his  wounded  side. 

HYMN  42.     CM. 

COME,  Lord,  and  claim  me  for  thine  own 
And  reign  thyself  in  me  ; 
In  my  poor  heart  erect  thy  throne, 

And  make  me  truly  free. 
3  The  day  of  thy  great  power  I  feel, 

And  pant  for  liberty  ; 
1  loathe  myself,  deny  my  will, 
And  give  up  all  for  Thee. 

3  I  hate  my  sins,  no  longer  mine. 
For  I  renounce  them  too  : 

My  weakness  with  thy  strength  I  joia. 
Thy  strength  shall  all  subdue. 

4  So  shall  I  bless  thy  pleasing  sway, 
And  sitting  at  thy  feet. 

Thy  laws  with  all  my  heart  obey, 
With  all  Qiy  soul  submit. 

5  Thy  love  the  conquest  more  than  gain^. 
To  all  I  shall  proclaim, 


Hymn  43.  43 

Jesus  the  King,  the  conqu'ror  reigns  ; 

Bow  down  to  Jesus'  name. 
^i  To  thee  shall  earth  and  hell  submit, 

And  ev'ry  foe  shall  fall ; 
Till  death  expires  beneath  thy  feet, 

And  God  is  all  in  all. 

HYMN  43.    L.  M. 

ETERNAL  Beam  of  Light  divine. 
Fountain  of  unexhausted  love  ; 
in  whom  the  Father's  glories  shine, 

Through  earth  beneath,  and  heaven  above. 

2  Jesus,  the  weary  vvand'rer's  rest. 
Give  me  thy  easy  yoke  to  bear ; 

VVith  steadfast  patience  arm  my  breast. 
With  spotless  love,  and  lowly  fear. 

3  Thankful  I  take  the  cup  from  thee, 
Prepar'd  and  niingled  by  thy  skill ; 

Though  bitter  to  the  taste  it  be. 

Powerful  the  wounded  soul  to  heal. 

i  Be  thou,  O  Rock  of  Ages,  nigh  ! 

So  shall  each  murm'ring  thought  be  gone 
And  grief,  and  fear,  and  care,  shall  fly, 

As  clouds  before  the  mid-day  sun. 
5  Speak  to  my  warring  passions,  "  Peace; 

Say  to  my  trembling  heart,  "  Be  still  ;'• 
Thy  power  my  strength  and  fortress  is, 

For  all  things  serve  thy  sov'reign  will. 


11  Hymn  44. 

C)  O  death !  where  is  ihy  stin?  ?   Where  no'.^ 

Thy  boasted  victory,  ()  arave  ? 
\Vho  shall  contend  with  God  ?  or  who 

Can  hurt  whom  God  delights  to  save  ? 

HYMN  44.     L.  M. 

OVV  do  thy  mercies  close  me  round' 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd  :- 

1  blush  in  all  things  lo  abound  ; 
The  servant  is  above  his  Lord  ! 

2  Inur'd  to  poverty  and  pain, 

A  suff'ring  life  my  iVlu>ter  led  : 
The  Son  of  God.  the  Son  of  Man, 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 

o  But  lo  !  a  place  he  hath  prepar'd 
For  me.  whom  watchful  angels  keep  ; 

Yea,  he  himself  becomes  my  guard; 
He  smooths  my  bed,  and  gives  me  sleep 

4  Jesus  protects  ;  my  fears  begone  : 
What,  can  the  Rock  of  Ages  move  ! 

Safe  in  thy  arms  1  lay  me  down, 
Thy  everlasting  arms  of  love. 

5  While  thou  art  intimately  nigh, 
Who,  who  shall  violate  iny  rest? 

Siu,  earth,  and  hell,  I  now  defy; 

I  lean  upon  my  Saviour's  breast, 
o  I  rest  beneath  th'  Almighty  shade, 


Hymn  45,  46.  15 

Thou,  Lord,  o^i  whom  my  soul  is  stay'd, 
Wilt  keep  me  still  in  perfect  peace. 

7  I\Ie  for  thine  own  thou  lov'st  to  take 
In  time  and  in  eternity ; 

Thou  never,  never  wilt  forsake 
A  helpless  worm  that  trusts  in  thee, 

HYMN  45.    L.  M. 

LORD  Jesus,  when,  when  shall  it  he, 
That  I  no  more  shall  break  with  thcc  .' 
When  will  this  war  of  passions  cease, 
And  my  free  soul  enjoy  thy  peace  ? 
2  Here  I  repent,  and  sin  as^a'm  ; 
Now  I  revive,  and  now  am  slain  ; 
Slain  with  the  same  unhappy  dart, 
Which  O  too  often  wounds  my  heart, 
o  O  Saviour,  when,  when  shall  I  be 
A  garden  seal'd  to  all  but  thee  ; 
No  more  expos'd,  no  more  undone  ; 
But  live  and  grow  to  thee  alone  ? 

4  Guide  thou,  O  Lord,  guide  thou  mycouiir 
And  draw  me  on  with  thy  sweet  force; 
Still  make  me  walk,  still  make  me  tend, 
r>y  thee,  my  way,  to  thee,  my  end  ! 

HYMN  46.    C.  M. 

LORD,  I  believe  a  rest  remains^ 
To  all  thy  people  known  ; 


i6  HymxN  46. 

A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thoQ  art  lov'd  alone: 

"2  A  rest,  where  all  our  soul's  desire 

Is  fix'd  on  things  above; 
Where  fear,  and  sin,  and  grief  expire. 

Cast  out  by  perfect  love 

3  O  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 
Believe,  and  enter  in  ! 

Sow,  Saviour,  now  the  power  bestow, 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin  ! 

4  Remove  this  hardness  from  my  heart,. 
This  unbelief  remove: 

To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, 
The  Sabbath  of  thy  love. 

')  I  would  be  thine,  thou  know'st  I  would. 

And  have  thee  all  my  own ; 
Thee — O  my  all-sufficient  Good  ! 

I  want— and  thee  alone. 

6  Thy  name  to  me,  thy  nature  grant .' 
This,  only  this  be  given  : 

Nothing  beside  my  God  I  want ; 
Nothing  in  earth  or  heaven. 

7  Come,  O  my  Saviour,  come  away. 
Into  my  soul  descend  ! 

No  longer  from  thy  creature  stay. 
3ry  Author  and  my  End ! 


Hymn  47.  47 

-3  The  bliss  thou  hast  for  me  prepar'd. 

No  longer  be  delay'd ; 
Come,  my  exceeding  great  Reward, 

For  whom  I  first  was  made. 

9  Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

And  seal  me  thine  abode  ! 
Let  ail  I  am  in  thee  be  lost ; 

Let  all  be  lost  in  God  ! 

HYMN  47.     S.  M. 

FIRST  PART. 

HARK,  how  the  watchmen  cry  ' 
Attend  the  trumpet's  sound  ; 
Stand  to  your  arms,  the  foe  is  nigh; 
The  powers  of  hell  surround : 
Who  bow  to  Christ's  command. 
Your  arms  and  hearts  prepare ; 
The  day  of  battle  is  at  hand  ! 
Go  forth  to  glorious  war ! 

2  See,  on  the  mountain  top, 

The  standard  of  your  God ! 
In  Jesus'  name  I  lift  it  up. 

All  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood. 

His  standard  bearer,  I 

To  all  the  nations  call : 
Let  all  to  Jesus'  cross  draw  nigh  ; 

He  bore  the  cross  for  alh 


18  Hymn  47.      - 

3  Go  up  with  Christ  your  Head, 
Yoar  Captain's  footsteps  see  ; 

Follow  your  Captain,  and  be  led 

To  certain  victory. 

All  power  to  him  is  given  : 

He  ever  reigns  the  same : 
Salvation,  happiness,  and  heaven^ 

Are  all  in  Jesus'  name. 

4  Only  have  faith  in  God  : 
In  faith  your  foes  assail ; 

Not  wrestling  against  flesh  and  blood. 
But  all  the  powers  of  hell  : 
From  thrones  of  glory  driven, 
By  flaming  vengeance  hurl'd, 

They  throng  the  air.  and  darken  heaven 
And  rule  this  lower  world. 

SECOND  PART. 

ANGELS  your  march  oppose, 

Who  still  in  strength  excel. 
Your  secret,  sworn,  eternal  foes, 

Countless,  invisible; 

With  rage  that  never  ends, 

Their  hellish  arts  they  try  : 
Legions  of  dire,  malicious  fiends. 

And  spirits  enthron'd  on  high. 

'2  On  earth  th'  usurpers  reign. 
Exert  their  baneful  power  i 


Hymn  48.  19 

O'er  the  poor  fallen  sons  of  men 

They  tyrannize  their  hour  : 

But  shall  believers  fear? 

But  shall  believers  fly  ? 
Or  seethe  bloody  cross  appear, 

And  all  their  powers  defy  ? 

3  Jesus'  tremendous  name 
Puts  all  our  foes  to  flight ! 

Jesus,  the  meek,  the  angry  Lamb, 

A  Lion  is  in  fight. 

By  all  hell's  host  withstood. 

We  all  hell's  host  o'erthrow  ! 
And  conqu'ring  them  through  Jesus'  blood, 

We  on  to  conquer  go. 

4  Our  Captain  leads  us  on  ; 
He  beckons  from  the  skies, 

And  reaches  out  a  starry  crown, 

And  bids  us  take  the  prize. 

"  Be  faithful  unto  death  ; 

Partake  my  victory, 
And  thou  shalt  wear  this  glorious  wreath- 

And  thou  shalt  reign  with  me." 

HYMN  48.    L.  M. 

FIRST    PART. 

^INNERS,  obey  the  Gospel-word; 
K^  Haste  to  the  supper  of  my  Lord ; 
Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day  ; 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away ! 


50  Hymn  48, 

2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
And  kiss  his  late  returning  son  ; 
Ready  your  loving  Saviour  stands. 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hand^ 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  love, 
Just  now  the  stony  to  remove ; 

T'  apply,  and  witness  with  the  blood,- 
And  wash,  and  seal  the  sons  of  God. 
A  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait. 
To  triumph  in  your  blest  estate  : 
Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 
.")  The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghosl. 
Are  ready  with  their  shining  host : 
All  heaven  is  ready  to  resound, 
'  The  dead  's  alive  I  the  lost  is  found  I" 

SECOND  PART. 

COME  then,  ye  sinners,  to  your  Lord. 
In  Christ  to  paradise  restor'd  : 
His  proffer'd  benefits  embrace, 
The  plenitude  of  Gospel  grace. 

2  A  pardon  written  with  his  blood, 
The  favor  and  the  peace  of  God  ; 
The  seeing  eye,  the  feeling  sense. 
The  mystic  joys  of  penitence. 

3  The  godly  fear,  the  pleasing  smart. 
The  meltings  of  a  broken  heart: 


Hymn  49.  51 

The  tears  that  tell  your  sins  forgiven  : 
The  sighs  that  waft  your  souls  to  heaven. 

4  The  guiltless  shame,  the  sweet  distres?,. 
The  unutterable  tenderness  ; 

The  genuine,  meek  humility  ; 

The  wonder,  "  Why  such  love  to  me  !" 

5  Th'  o'erwhelming  power  of  saving  grace 
The  sight  that  veils  the  seraph's  face  ; 
The  speechless  awe  that  dares  not  move, 
And  all  the  silent  heaven  of  love. 

HYMN  49.     C.  M. 

^^ING  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praise  ' 
>3     All  praise  to  him  belongs, 
Who  kindly  lengthens  out  our  days. 

Demands  our  choicest  songs  : 
His  providence  hath  brought  us  through 

Another  various  year ; 
We  all  with  vows  and  anthems  new 

Befd"re  our  God  appear. 
2  Father,  thy  mercies  past  we  own. 

Thy  still  continued  care  : 
To  thee  presenting,  through  thy  Son, 

Whate'er  we  have  or  are  : 
Our  lips  and  lives  shall  gladly  show 

The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
While  on  in  Jesus'  steps  we  go 

To  seek  thy  face  above. 


52  Hymn  50. 

o  Our  residue  of  days  or  hour^, 

Thine,  wholly  thine,  shall  be  : 
And  all  our  consecrated  powers. 

A  sacrifice  to  thee  ; 
Till  Jesus  in  the. clouds  appear. 

To  saints  on  earth  forgiven, 
And  bring  the  grand  sabbatic  year. 

The  jubilee  of  heaven. 

HYMN  50.    L.  M. 

^^AY,  which  of  you  would  see  the  Lor. 
k5     You  all  may  now  obtain  the  grace: 
JJehold  him  in  the  written  word, 

Where  John  unveils  the  Saviour's  face! 
2  Clear  as  the  trumpet's  voice  he  speaks, 

I'o  ev'ry  soul  that  turns  his  ear; 
Amid  the  golden  candlesticks 

He  walks :  and  lo,  he  now  is  here ! 
'i  Present  to  all  believing  souls; 

They  see  him  with  an  eagle  eye  ; 
Down  to  his  feet  a  garment  rolls, 

Stain'd  with  a  glorious  crimson  die. 

4  A  golden  girdle  binds  his  breast, 
Whence  streams  of  consolation  flow. 

Milk  for  his  new-born  babes,  who  rest 
In  him,  nor  other  comfort  know. 

5  His  form  is  as  the  Son  of  Man  ; 
His  eves  are  as  a  flame  of  fire ; 


Hymn  50.  5^^ 

They  dart  a  sin-consuming  pain, 
And  life,  and  joy  divine  inspire. 

6  His  spotless  purity  of  soul, 
We  by  a  lovely  emblem  know, 

His  head  and  hair  are  white  as  wool. 
White  are  they  as  the  driven  snow, 

7  Glitter  his  feet  like  burnish'd  brass, 
That  long  hath  in  the  furnace  shone, 

Brighter  than  lightning  is  his  face, 
Brighter  than  the  meridian  sun. 

8  As  many  waters  sounds  his  word  ; 
Seven  stars  he  holds  in  his  right  hand, 

Out  of  his  mouth  a  two-edg'd  sword 
Goes  forth ;  before  it  who  can  stand "? 

9  Lord,  at  thy  feet  we  fall  as  dead, 
Lay  thy  right  hand  upon  our  soul ; 

Scatter  our  fears,  thy  Spirit  shed, 
And  all  our  unbelief  control. 

10  Tell  us,  "I  am  the  First  and  Last.. 
Who  liv'd  and  died  for  all,  am  I ! 

And  lo,  my  bitter  death  is  past, 
And  lo,  I  live  no  more  to  die  ! 

11  "  I  have  the  keys  of  death  and  hell.'"-  ■ 
Amen  !  thy  record  we  receive, 

And  wait  till  thou  our  spirits  sea!, 
And  all  in  all  for  ever  live. 
E 


Hymn  51. 

HYMN  51.    c.  M. 

JOYFUL  sound  of  gospel  grace 
Christ  shall  in  me  appear! 
i,  even  I,  shall  see  his  face; 

I  shall  be  holy  here. 
:j  The  glorious  crown  of  righteousness 

To  me  reach'd  out  I  view  ; 
Conqu'ror  through  him,  I  soon  shall  seize, 

And  wear  it  as  my  due. 
o  The  promis'd  land,  from  Pisgah's  top 

I  now  exult  to  see  : 
My  hope  is  full  (O  glorious  hope  !) 

Of  immortality. 

4  lie  visits  now  the  house  of  clay; 

He  shakes  his  future  home: 
()  wouldst  thou,  Lord,  on  this  glad  day. 

Into  thy  temple  come! 
r.  With  me,  I  know,  I  feel  thou  art; 

But  this  can  not  sutiice, 
Unless  thou  plantest  in  my  heart 

A  constant  paradise. 

0  My  earth  thou  water's^t  from  on  high 

But  make  it  all  a  pool : 
Spring  up.  O  Well,  I  ever  cry, 

Spring  up  within  my  soul ! 

7  Come,  O  my  God,  thyself  reveal 
Fill  all  this  mighty  void  : 


Hymn  52.  55 

Thou  only  canst  my  spirit  fill : 
Come,  O  my  God,  my  God  ! 

HYMN  52.     P.  M. 
E.TOICE,  my  friends,  the  Lord  is  King, 
Let  all  prepare  to  take  him  in  ; 
Let  Jacob  rise,  and  Zion  sing, 
And  all  the  world  with  praises  ring, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

2  I  long  to  see  the  Christians  join 
111  union  sweet,  and  peace  divine, 
When  ev'ry  church  with  grace  shall  shine, 
And  grow  to  Christ,  the  living  vine, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

3  Come,  parents,  children,  bond  and  free, 
Come,  will  you  go  to  heaven  with  me, 
That  glorious  land  of  rest  to  see. 

And  shout  with  me  eternally, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory  ? 

4  My  soul  feels  happy  while  I  sing; 
I  feel  that  1  am  on  the  wing ; 

I'll  shout  salvation,  to  my  King, 
Till  I  to  heaven  my  trophies  bring, 

And  there  we'll  give  him  glory, 
.">  A  few  more  days  of  pain  and  wo, 
A  few  more  sufF'ring  scenes  below, 
And  then  to  Jesus  we  shall  go, 
Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow, 

And  there  we'll  give  him  glory. 


56  Hymn  53. 

0  The  awful  trumpet  soon  will  sound, 
And  shake  the  vast  creation  round, 
And  call  the  nations  under  ground; 
And  all  the  saints  shall  then  be  crown'd. 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory, 
7  Ten  thousand  thunders  then  shall  roll. 
And  shake  the  globe,  from  pole  to  pole; 
How  dreadful  to  (he  guilty  soul! 
But  nothing  shall  the  saints  control, 

They'll  give  to  Jesus  glory. 
S  Then  tears  shall  all  be  wip'd  away  ; 
Then  Christians  ne'er  shall  go  astrav; 
When  we  are  freed  from  cumbrous  clay 
We'll  praise  the  Lord  in  endless  day, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

9  There  all  the  saints  shall  join  in  one, 
And  sing  with  Moses  round  the  throne: 
Their  troubles  are  for  ever  gone, 
They'll  shine,  with  God's  eternal  Son. 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

HYMN  53.     C.  M. 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follow'r  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause^ 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 
3  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease, 


Hymn  54.  57 

Whilst  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 

4  Sure,  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ; 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 

I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die; 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar. 
By  faith  they  bring  it  nigh. 

6  When  that  illustr'ous  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine 

In  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

HYMN  54.     C.  M. 

AFFLICTIONS,  tho'  they  seem  severe. 
In  mercy  oft  are  sent ; 
They  stopp'd  the  prodigal's  career. 
And  caus'd  him  to  repent. 

2  Although  he  no  relenting  felt, 
Till  he  had  spent  his  store, 


58  Hymn  54. 

Ilis  stubborn  heart  beoian  to  melt, 
Whea  famine  pinch'd  him  sore. 

3  What  have  I  gain'd  by  sin,  he  said, 
But  hunger,  shame,  and  fear? 

My  father's  house  abounds  with  bread, 
While  I  am  starving  here. 

4  I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 
And  fall  before  bis  face  ; 

Unworthy  to  be  call'd  his  son, 
I'll  seek  a  servant's  place. 

5  His  father  saw  him  coming  back, 
He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smil'd. 

And  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  rebellious  child. 

G  Father,  I've  sinn'd — but  O  forgive, 
I've  heard  enough,  he  said : 

Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son 's  alive. 
For  whom  I  mourn'cl  as  dead, 

7  Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 
And  spread  the  news  around. 

My  son  was  dead,  but  lives  again, 
Was  lost,  but  now  is  found. 

S  'Tis  thus  the  Lord  bis  love  reveals, 
To  call  poor  sinners  home  : 

More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels. 
And  welcomes  all  that  come. 


Hymn  55.  5^' 

HYMN  55.    s.  M. 

'jk  ND  wilt  thou  yet  be  found, 
j3l     And  may  I  still  draw  near? 
Then  listen  to  the  plaintive  sound 
Of  a  poor  sinner's  prayer. 

2  Jesus,  thine  aid  afford, 

If  still  the  same  thou  art, 
To  thee  I  look,  to  thee,  my  Lord! 

Lift  up  a  helpless  heart. 

:>  Thou  seest  my  troubled  breast; 

The  stragglings  of  my  will, 
The  foes  that  interrupt  my  rest. 

The  agonies  I  feel. 

4  The  daily  death  [  prove. 

Saviour,  to  thee  is  known  ; 
Tis  worse  than  death  my  God  to  love. 
And  not  my  God  alone. 

r>  O  my  offended  Lord, 

Restore  my  inward  peace, 
I  know  thou  canst ;  pronounce  the  word. 

And  bid  the  tempest  cease  ! 

«■>  I  long  to  see  thy  face. 

Thy  Spirit  I  implore. 
The  living  water  of  thy  grace. 

That  I  may  thirst  no  more. 


60  Hymn  56. 

HYMN  56.    L.  M. 

ALL  those  who  seek  a  throne  of  grace 
Find  one  they  may  in  ev'ry  place  ; 
"J'o  those  who  love  a  life  of  prayer, 
Our  God  is  present  ev'ry  where. 

2  The  shady  grove,  or  burning  plain, 
The  blooming  field,  or  swellins  main, 
Alike  are  sweet  in  secret  prayer, 
For  God  is  present  ev'ry  where. 

n  In  pining  sickness,  or  in  health, 
In  poverty  or  growing  wealth, 
The  humble  soul  delights  in  prayer, 
And  God  is  present  ev'ry  where. 

■l  When  Zion  mourns,  and  comforts  fail- 
And  all  her  foes  do  scoff  and  rail, 
'Tis  then  a  time  for  secret  prayer. 
For  God  is  present  ev'ry  where. 

")  When  some  backslide,  and  others  fall. 
And  few  are  found  that  strive  at  all, 
The  faithful  find,  in  secret  prayer. 
That  God  is  present  ev'ry  where. 

0  O  then,  my  soul,  in  ev'ry  strait, 
To  the  Almighty  come  and  wait ; 
Who  sees,  and  ev'ry  sigh  does  hear 
And  he  will  answer  all  true  prayer 


Hymn  57,  58.  61 

HYMN  57.     S.  M. 

LO,  in  thy  hand  I  lay, 
And  wait  thy  will  to  prove  ; 
3Iy  Potter,  stamp  on  me,  thy  clay, 
Thine  only  stamp  of  love: 
Be  this  my  whole  desire, 
I  know  that  it  is  thine: 
Then  kindle  in  my  soul  a  fire 
Which  shall  for  ever  shine. 

2  Thy  gracious  readiness 
To  save  mankind,  assert; 

Thine  image,  love,  thy  name  impress, 

Thy  nature  on  my  heart: 

Father  of  mercies,  hear ! 

Into  my  soul  come  down  ; 
Let  it  throughout  my  life  appear, 

That  I  have  Christ  put  on. 

3  O  plant  in  me  thy  mind  ! 
O  fix  in  me  thy  home  ! 

.So  shall  I  cry  to  all  mankind, 

Come  to  the  waters,  come  ! 

Jesus  is  full  of  grace, 

To  all  his  bowels  move  ; 
Behold  in  me,  ye  fallen  race, 

That  God  is  only  love. 

HYMN  58.     C.  M. 

fORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray, 
J     I  am  for  ever  thine: 


62  Hymn  59. 

1  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sia. 

2  And  while.  I  rest  my  weary  head, 
From  cares  and  bus'ness  free, 

"Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 

With  my  own  heart  and  thee, 
o  I  pay  this  ev'ning  sacrifice; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
(Jreat  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 

Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

i  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  t')  sleep; 
'J'liy  hand  in  safely  keeps  my  days, 

Aud  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

HYMN  59.     C.  M. 

HOW  happy  ev'ry  child  of  grace. 
Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven  I 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven  : 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 

Yet  O!  by  faith,  I  see 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight. 
The  heaven  prepar'd  for  me. 

2  O  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay. 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  antedate  that  day  : 


Hymn  60.  63 

We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Christ  conceal'd, 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  fill'd. 
3  O  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow ! 

And  let  the  vessels  break  ; 
And  let  our  ransom'd  spirits  go, 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek  ; 
In  rapt'rous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me, 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

To  all  eternity. 

HYMN  60.    C.  M. 

HAPPY  the  souls  to  Jesus  join'd,. 
And  sav'd  by  grace  alone; 
Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 
Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  church  triumphant  in  thy  love, 
Their  mighty  joys  we  know  : 

They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee,  in  thy  glorious  realm,  they  praise. 
And  bow  before  thy  throne  ! 

We  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace ; 

The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 
i  The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads  ; 

From  thence  our  spirits  rise ; 


64  Hymn  61. 

And  he  that  in  thy  statutes  treads^ 
Shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 


I 


HYMN  61.     C.  M. 

KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives. 
And  ever  prays  for  me: 
A  token  of  his  love  he  gives, 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 

2  I  find  him  lifting  up  my  head, 
He  brings  salvation  near; 

His  presence  makes  me  free  indeed, 
And  he  will  soon  appear. 

3  He  wills  that  I  should  holy  be! 
What  can  withstand  his  will? 

The  counsel  of  his  grace  in  me 
He  surely  shall  fulfil. 

4  Jesus,  I  hang  upon  thy  word; 
1  steadfastly  believe 

Thou  wilt  return,  and  claim  me,  Lord. 
And  to  thyself  receive. 

5  Joyful  in  hope,  my  spirit  soars 
To  meet  thee  from  above : 

Thy  goodness  thankfully  adores: 
And  sure  I  taste  thy  love. 

6  Thy  love  I  soon  expect  to  find, 
In  all  its  depth  and  height : 

To  comprehend  th'  Eternal  Mind, 
And  grasp  the  Infinite. 


Hymn  62.  65 

7  When  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
Of  paradise  possess'd, 

1  taste  unutterable  bhss, 

And  everlasting  rest. 
3  The  bliss  of  those  that  fully  dwell, 

Fully  in  thee  believe, 
'Tis  more  than  angel  tongues  can  tell, 

Or  angel  minds  conceive. 
!)  Thou  only  knovv'st  who  didst  obtain. 

And  die  to  make  it  known  ; 
The  great  salvation  now  explain, 

x\nd  perfect  us  in  one. 

HYMN  62.     L.  M. 

JESUS  to  you  his  fulness  brings, 
A  feast  of  marrow  and  fat  things  ; 
All,  all  in  Christ  are  freely  given, 
Pardon  and  holiness,  and  heaven. 

2  Do  not  begin  to  make  excuse, 
Ah  !  do  not  you  his  grace  refuse  ; 

Your  worldly  cares  and  pleasures  leave,. 
And  take  what  Jesus  hath  to  give. 

3  Your  grounds  forsake,  your  oxen  qnit 
Your  ev'ry  earthly  thought  forget ; 
Seek  not  the  comforts  of  this  life, 

Nor  sell  your  Saviour  for  a  wife. 

4  '•  Have  me  excus'd,"  why  will  you  say  ? 
Why  will  ye  for  damnation  pray? 


66  Hymn  63. 

Have  you  excus'd  from  joy  and  peace, 
Have  you  excus'd  from  happiness ! 
5  Excus'd  from  coming  to  a  feast ! 
Excus'd  from  being  Jesus'  guest ! 
From  knowing  now  your  sins  forgiven 
From  tasting  here  the  joys  of  heaven  : 
G  Excus'd,  alas!  why  would  you  be ? 
From  health,  and  life,  and  liberty, 
From  ent'ring  into  glorious  rest, 
From  leaning  on  your  Saviour's  breast .' 

HYMN  63.     C.  M. 

JESUS,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep 
To  thee  for  help  we  fly : 
Thy  little  flock  in  safety  keep, 
For,  O  !  the  wolf  is  nigh ! 

2  He  comes,  of  hellish  malice  full. 
To  scatter,  tear,  and  slay; 

He  seizes  ev'ry  straggling  soul, 
As  his  own  lawful  prey. 

3  Us  into  thy  protection  take, 
And  gather  with  thy  arm  ; 

Unless  the  fold  we  first  forsake, 
The  wolf  can  never  harm. 

4  We  laugh  to  scorn  his  cruel  power- 
While  by  our  Shepherd's  side  ; 

The  sheep  he  never  can  devour. 
Unless  he  first  divide. 


Hymn  64. 

5  O  do  not  sufter  him  to  part 

The  souls  that  here  agree  : 
But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  lieait; 

And  keep  us  one  in  thee  ! 
I)  Together  let  us  sweetly  live, 

Together  let  us  die  ; 
And  each  a  starry  crown  receive, 

And  reign  above  the  sky. 

HYMN  64.    C.  M. 

JESUS,  united  by  thy  grace. 
And  each  to  each  endear'J, 
With  confidence  we  seek  thy  face. 
And  know  our  prayer  is  heard. 

2  Stil'i  let  us  own  our  common  Lord 
And  bear  thine  easy  yoke  ; 

A  band  of  love,  a  threefold  cord, 
Which  never  can  be  broke. 

3  Make  us  into  one  spirit  drink  ; 
Baptize  into  thy  Name; 

And  let  us  always  kindly  think, 
And  sweetly  speak  the  same. 

1  Touch'd  by  the  loadstone  of  thy  lovi 
Let  all  our  hearts  agree ; 

And  ever  t'ward  each  other  move. 
And  ever  move  t'ward  thee. 

:')  To  thee  inseparably  join'd, 
Let  all  our  spirits  cleave  , 


68  Hymn  65. 

O  may  we  all  the  loving  mind 
That  was  in  thee  receive  ! 

6  This  is  the  bond  of  perfectness, 
The  spotless  charity; 

O  let  us  (still  we  pray)  possess 
The  mind  that  was  in  thee  ! 

7  Grant  this,  and  then  from  all  below 
Insensibly  remove : 

Our  souls  the  change  shall  scarcely  know. 
Made  perfect  first  in  love ! 

8  With  ease  our  souls  through  death  shall  ghd'. 
Into  their  paradise ; 

And  thence  on  wings  of  angels  ride. 
Triumphant  through  the  skies. 

9  Yet  when  the  fullest  joy  is  given.. 
The  same  delight  we  prove ; 

In  earth,  in  paradise,  in  heaven, 
Our  all  in  all  is  Love. 

HYMN  65.     C.  M. 

JESUS,  my  life,  thyself  apply 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  breathe: 
My  vile  affections  crucify, 

Conform  me  to  thy  death. 
2  Conqu'ror  of  hell,  and  earth,  and  sin, 

Still  with  the  rebel  strive: 

Enter  my  soul  and  work  within 

And  kill  and  make  alive. 


Hymn  66.  6^^ 

a  More  of  thy  life,  and  more  I  have. 

As  ihe  old  Adam  dies: 
IJury  me.  Saviour,  in  thy  grave, 

That  I  with  thee  may  rise. 

1  Reign  in  me,  Lord,  thy  foes  contro], 
Who  would  not  own  thy  sway ; 

Difiiise  thine  image  through  my  soul,. 

Shine  to  the  perfect  day. 
5  Scatter  the  last  remains  of  sin, 

And  seal  me  thine  abode  ; 
O  make  me  glorious  all  within, 

A  temple  built  by  God. 

HYMN  66.    C.  M. 
iT^  IVER  of  concord,  Prince  of  peace 
%W     Meek,  lamb-like  Son  of  God, 
Bid  our  unruly  passions  cease, 
By  thy  atoning  blood. 

2  Rebuke  our  rage,  our  passions  chide.. 
Our  stubborn  wills  control. 

Beat  down  our  wrath,  root  out  our  pride 
And  calm  our  troubled  soul. 

'^  Subdue  in  us  the  carnal  mind, 

Its  enmity  destroy, 
Witb  cords  of  love  our  spirits  bind. 

And  melt  us  into  joy. 
4  Us  into  closest  union  draw, 

And  in  our  inward  parts 
F 


0  Hymn  67. 

Let  kindness  sweetly  write  her  law,, 
And  love  command  our  hearts. 

5  Savionr,  look  down  with  pitj'ng  eyes 
Our  jarriniT  wills  control, 

Let  cordial,  kind  affections  rise, 
And  harmonize  the  soul. 

G  O  let  us  find  the  ancient  way 
Oar  wond'ring  foes  to  move, 

And  force  the  heathen  world  to  say. 
"  See  how  these  Christians  love  '-" 


G 


HYMN  67.     S.  M. 

IVE  me  a  sober  mind, 
A  quick  discerning  eye, 


The  first  approach  of  sin  to  find. 

And  all  occasions  fly. 
2  Still  may  I  cleave  to  thee. 

And  never  more  depart, 
But  watch  with  godly  jealousy 

Over  my  evil  heart, 
n  Thus  may  I  pass  my  days 

Of  sojourning  beneath. 
And  languish  to  conclude  my  race. 

And  render  up  my  breath. 
4  In  humble  love  and  fear, 

Thine  image  to  regain. 
And  see  thee  in  the  clouds  appear. 

And  rise  with  thee  to  reign  ! 


Hymn  68.  71 

HYMN  68.    C.  M. 

GOD  is  in  this  and  pv'ry  place  .' 
But,  O  !  how  dark  and  void  : 
To  me  'tis  one  great  wilderness, 
This  earth  without  my  God. 

2  Empty  of  Him  who  all  things  fillS;- 
Till  he  his  light  impart: 

Till  he  his  glorious  self  reveals, 
The  veil  is  on  my  heart. 

3  O  thou  wha  seest  and  know'st  my  grief, 
Thyself  unseen,  unknown ; 

Pity  my  helpless  unbelief 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

4  Regard  me  with  a  gracious  eye. 
The  long-sought  blessing  give  ; 

And  bid  me,  at  the  point  to  die, 
Behold  thy  face  and  live. 

T)  A  darker  soul  did  never  yet 

Thy  promis'd  help  implore  : 
O  that  I  now  my  Lord  might  meet; 

And  never  lose  him  more  ! 

6  Now,  Jesus,  now  the  Father's  love 

Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  ; 
The  middle  wall  of  sin  remove, 

And  let  me  in  to  God. 


72  Hymn  69. 

■   HYMN  69.    C.  M. 

MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join. 
And  cliant  the  solemn  lay; 
Joy.  love,  and  gratitude,  combine, 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

'2  In  heaven  the  rapl'rnus  song  began. 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 

And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 
And  loud  the  echo  roll'd  ; 

The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new. 
'Twas  more  than  heaver,  could  hold. 

4  Down  throujzh  the  portals  of  the  sky 
Th'  impetui'us  torrent  ran  ; 

And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 
"  Glory  to  God  on  high  ; 

Good  will  and  peace  are  now  complete. 
Jesus  was  born  to  die." 

G  Hail,  Prince  of  Life,  for  ever  hail .' 

Redeemer,  Brother.  Friend  ! 
Though  earth,  and  lime,  and  life  should  faii 

Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 

7  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout. 
And  glory  leads  the  song : 


Hymn  70,  71.  73 

,ood  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious  heavenly  throng. 

HYi'VfN  70.     S.  M. 
W    ORD  ')f  the  harve.^i,  hear 
a  A     Thy  needy  sprvaiit's  cry; 
Answer  our  faith's  etfectual  prayer, 
And  all  our  wants  supply. 

2  On  thee  we  humbly  wait, 
Our  wants  are  in  thv  view  ; 

The  harvest,  truly.  Lord,  is  great, 
The  laborers  are  few. 

3  Convert,  a-id  seud  forth  more 
Into  thy  church  abroad  ; 

And  let  them  speak  thy  word  of  power. 
As  workers  with  their  God. 

4  Give  the  pure  gospel  word, 
The  word  of  gen'ral  grace  ; 

Then  let  them  preach  the  common  Lord 

Saviour  of  human  race. 
.5  O  let  them  spread  thy  name, 

Their  mission  fully  prove  ; 
Thy  universal  grace  proclaim.. 

Thioe  ail-redeeming  love  ! 


M 


HYMN  7L     CM. 
\STEN,  O  Lord,  the  latter  day 
When  grace  shall  reign  alone  ; 


74  Hymn  72. 

And  all  the  nations  of  the  world 
Shall  bow  before  thy  throne. 

2  Then  shall  pure  converts  crowd  thy  gates, 
Press  to  the  gospel  sound  ; 

And  grace  eternal  sweetly  shine, 
To  ravish  all  around. 

3  Then  shall  the  watchmen  of  the  Lord 
Raise  Jesus'  cross  on  high  ; 

And,  from  a  clear  retuliient  light, 
Shall  all  see  eye  lo  eye. 

4  Then  war  shall  cease,  and  wrath  subside, 
And  peace  immortal  flow; 

And  saints  unite  in  joy  and  peace, 
And  glory  reign  below. 

5  Lord,  we  would  bless  thee  for  a  ray 
Of  such  triumphant  grace, 

That  leads  to  everlasting  day, 
And  pure  eternal  bliss. 

HYMN  72.     L.  M. 

HAPPY  the  man  that  finds  the  grace, 
The  blessing  of  God's  chosen  race  ;. 
The  wisdom  coming  from  above, 
The  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 
2  Happy  beyond  description,  he 
Who  knows  "  the  Saviour  died  for  me  I' 
The  gift  unspeakable  obtains, 
And  heavenly  understanding  gains. 


Hymn  73.  " 

:j  Wisdom  divine  !  who  tells  the  price 
Of  wisdom's  costly  merchandise  ? 
Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer, 
And  gold  is  dross  compar'd  to  her. 

4  Her  hands  are  fiU'd  with  length  of  days, 
True  riches,  and  immortal  praise  : 
Kiches  of  Christ,  on  all  bestow'd, 

And  honor  that  descends  from  God, 

5  To  purest  joys  she  all  invites, 
Chaste,  holy,  spiritual  delights  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness. 
And  all  herflow'ry  paths  are  peace. 

a  Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains  : 
Thrice  happy  who  his  guest  retains  : 
He  owns,  and  shall  for  ever  own. 
Wisdom,  and  Christ,  and  heaven  are  one. 

HYMN  73.     C.  M. 

^~^  OD  of  eternal  truth  and  grace, 
%JSf     Thy  faithful  promise  seal ! 
Thy  word,  thy  oath,  to  Abrah'm's  race. 
In  us,  e'en  us  fulfil. 

2  Let  us,  to  perfect  love  restor'd, 
Thy  image  here  retrieve: 

And,  in  the  p'resence  of  our  Lord; 
The  life  of  angels  live. 

3  That  mighty  faith  on  me  bestow. 
Which  cannot  ask  in  vain ; 


G  Hymn  74. 

Which  holds,  and  will  not  let  thee  gc 

Till  I  my  suit  obtain  : 
4  Till  thou  into  my  soul  inspire 

The  perfect  love  unknown: 
And  tell  my  infinite  desire, 

•  Whate'er  thou  wilt  be  done/" 

But  is  it  possible  ihat  I 

Should  live,  and  sin  no  more? 
I,ord,  if  on  thee  I  dare  rely, 

The  faith  shall  bring  the  power. 

On  me  the  faith  divine  bestow, 

Which  doth  the  mountain  move; 
\nd  all  my  spotless  life  shall  show 

Til' omnipotence  of  love. 

HYMN  74.     C.  M. 

aT^  OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
^J^     His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 

And  rides  upon  the  storm. 
•7  Deep  in  unfjithomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
lie  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 

And  works  his  sov'reign  will. 
'.\  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  tak' 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Nre  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 

In  blessings  on  your  head. 


Hymn  75.  77 

•i  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 

He  hides  a  smiling  face. 
.■)  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  ev'ry  hour: 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

0  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain: 

God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

HYMN  75.     C.  M. 

COME,  O  thou  all-victorions  Lord, 
Thy  power  to  us  make  known  : 
Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word. 
And  break  these  hearts  of  stone. 

2  O  that  we  all  might  now  begin 
Our  foolishness  to  mourn  ! 

And  turn  at  once  from  ev'ry  sin, 
And  to  the  Saviour  turn. 

3  Give  us  ourselves  and  thee  to  know 
In  this  our  gracious  day ; 

Repentance  unto  life  bestow, 
And  take  our  sins  away. 

1  Convince  us  first  of  unbelief. 
And  freely  then  release ; 


78  Hymn  76. 

Fill  ev'ry  soul  with  sacred  grief, 
And  then  with  sacred  peace. 

5  Impov'rish,  Lord,  and  then  relieve. 

And  then  enrich  the  poor; 
The  knowledge  of  our  sickness  give. 

The  knowledge  of  our  cure. 
(J  That  blessed  sense  of  guilt  impart,. 

And  tlien  remove  the  load; 
Trouble,  and  wash  the  troubled  heart 

In  the  atoning  blood. 

7  Our  desp'rale  state,  through  sin,  declare 
And  speak  our  sins  forgiven: 

By  perfect  holiness  prepare, 
And  lake  us  up  to  heaven. 

HYMN  76      C.  M. 

COME,  Father.  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 
One  God  in  persons  three. 
Bring  back  the  heavenly  blessing  lost 

By  all  mankind  and  me. 
)i  Thy  favor  and  thy  nature  too. 

To  me,  to  all  restore; 
Forgive,  and  after  God  renew. 

And  keep  me  evermore. 
3  Eternal  Sun  of  righteousness, 

Display  thy  beams  divine, 
And  cause  the  glories  of  thy  face 

Upoa  my  heart  to  shine. 


Hymn  77.  79 

4  Light,  in  thy  light,  O  may  I  see, 
Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove  ! 

Reviv'd,  and  cheer'd,  and  bless'd  by  thee, 
The  God  of  pard'ning  love. 

5  Lift  up  thy  countenance  serene, 
And  let  thy  happy  child 

Behold,  without  a  cloud  between, 
The  Godhead  recoiTcil'd. 

6  That  all-comprising  peace  bestow 
On  me,  through  grace  forgiven; 

The  joys  of  holiness  below, 
And  then  the  joys  of  heaven! 

HYMN  77.     L.  M. 

OTHAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  .' 
O  tliat  I  could  at  last  submit, 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  rt  down  I 
To  fay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find : 
Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  ray  spirit  free; 

I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 

Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 
■1  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove ; 


80  Hymn  78. 

The  cross  all  staiti'd  with  hallovv'd  blood, 

The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 
5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power  ■. 

Sly  heart  from  ev'ry  sin  release; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 

And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 
G  Come,  Lord,  ilie  drooping  sinner  cheer. 

Nor  let  thy  chari<5t  wheels  delay: 
Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear! 

My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away  ! 

HYMN  78.     C.  M. 

HOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below. 
How  false,  and  yet  how  fair! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 
And  ev'ry  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 
Give  but  a  flati'ring  light; 

We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  possess  dehght. 

3  Our  dearest  joys,  and  nearest  friends. 
The  partners  of  our  blood. 

How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God  ! 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love. 
How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ! 

Thither  the  warm  aftections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  Ihem  iheace. 


Hymn  79.  81 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 

From  all  created  good. 

HYMN  79.     S.  M. 

FIRST  PART. 

HOW  can  a  sinner  know 
His  sins  on  earth  fijrsjiven  ? 
How  can  my  gracious  Saviour  show 
My  nameinscrib'd  in  heaven? 

•3  What  we  have  felt  and  seen 

With  confidence  we  teil ; 
And  publish  to  the  sons  of  men, 

The  signs  infaliible. 

;>  We  who  in  Christ  believe 

That  he  for  us  hatli  died, 
We  all  his  unknown  peace  receive, 

And  feel  his  blood  applied. 

4  Exults  our  rising  soul, 

Disburden'd  of  her  load, 
And  swells  unutterably  full 

Of  glory  and  of  God. 

.J  His  love  surpassing  far 

The  love  of  all  beneath, 
We  find  wit^^in  our  hearts,  and  dare 

The  pointless  darts  of  death. 


82  Hymn  79. 

G  Stronger  than  death  or  hell 
The  sacred  power  we  prove ; 

And  conqu'rors  of  the  world,  we  dwell 
In  heaven,  who  dwell  in  love. 

SECOND  PART. 

WE  by  his  Spirit  prove. 
And  know  the  things  of  God, 
The  things  which  freely  of  his  love 
He  hath  on  ua  bestow 'd. 

2  His  Spirit  to  us  he  gnve, 

And  dwells  in  us  we  know; 
The  witness  in  ourselves  we  have. 

And  all  its  fruits  we  show, 
n  The  meek  and  lowly  heart 

That  in  our  Saviour  was, 
To  us  his  Spirit  does  impart. 

And  signs  us  with  his  cross. 
4  Our  nature's  turn'd.  our  mind 

Transform'd  in  all  its  powers; 
And  both  the  witnesses  are  join'd. 

The  Spirit  of  God  with  ours. 
r>  Whate'er  our  pard'ning  Lord 

Commands,  we  sladly  do; 
And.  guided  by  his  sacred  word, 

We  all  his  steps  pursue. 
0  His  glory  our  design,        , 

We  live  our  God  to  please ; 


Hymn  80.  83 

And  rise  with  filial  fear  divine. 
To  perfect  holiness, 

HYMN  80.     C.  M. 

I  ASK  the  gifr,  of  righteousness. 
The  sin-subduing  power: 
Power  to  believe,  and  go  in  peace, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

2  I  ask  the  blood-bought  pardon  seal'd, 

The  libertv  from  sin; 
The  grace  infus'd,  the  love  reveal'd, 

The  kingdom  fix'd  within, 
n  Thou  hear'st  me  f)r  salvation  pray^ 

Thou  seest  my  heart's  desire  ; 
Made  ready  in  thy  powerful  day, 

Thy  fulness  I  require. 

4  My  veh'ment  soul  cries  out,  opnrest, 
Impatient  to  be  freed  ! 

Nor  can  I,   Lord,  nor  will  I  rest, 
Till  I  am  sav'd  indeed. 

5  Art  thou  not  able  to  convert  ? 
Art  thou  not  willinij  too? 

To  change  this  old  rebellious  heart, 

To  conquer  and  renew  ? 
G  Thou  canst,  thou  will,  I  dare  believe, 

So  arm  me  with  thy  power. 
That  I  to  sin  may  never  cleave, 

May  never  feel  it  more. 


84  Hymn  81,  82. 

HYMN  81.    L.  M. 

THUS  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 
Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days, 
And  ev'ry  ev'ning  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home: 

But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 

While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come. 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 

And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

HYMN  82.      C.  M. 

THAT  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh. 
When  Zion's  light  shall  shine; 
She  shall  arise  and  shine  on  high. 

Bright  as  the  morning  sun. 
The  north  and  south  their  sons  resign, 

And  earth's  foundations  bend  : 
Christ  like  a  comely  bride  adorn'd. 
All  glorious  shall  descend. 


Hymn  82.  85 

,^  The  King  that  wears  a  glorious  crown, 

The  azure  flamiog  bow, 
Thai  holy  city  shall  bring  down, 

To  ble'ss  his  saints  below. 
When  Zion's  bleeding,  conqu'ring  King 

Shall  sin  and  death  destroy  ; 
The  morning  stars  together  sing, 

And  Zion  shout  for  joy. 

3  The  holy,  bright  nnusician  band, 
Who  play  on  harps  of  gold, 

In  holy  order,  see,  they  stand, 

Fair  Salem  to  behold. 
Descending  on  sweet,  melting  strains, 

Jehovah  they  adore ; 
Such  shouts,  through  earth's  extensive  plains, 

Were  never  heard  before. 

4  Let  Satan  rage  and  boast  no  more, 
Nor  think  his  reigning  long  ! 

The  saints  though  ieeble,  weak,  and  poor'— 
Their  great  Redeemer 's  strong. 

lie  is  their  shield  and  hiding  place, 
A  covert  from  the  wind, 

A  fountain  in  the  wilderness, 
Throughout  the  weary  land. 

5  The  crystal  streams  run  down  from  heaven 
They  issue  from  the  throne : 

The  floods  of  strife  away  are  driven; 
The  church  becomes  but  one. 
G 


86  Hymn  83, 

That  peaceful  union  we  shall  know, 

And  live  upon  his  love, 
And  shout  and  sing  of  grace  below, 

As  angels  do  above. 

G  A  thousand  years  shall  roll  around. 

The  church  shall  be  complete, 
Call'd  by  the  glorious  trumpet's  sounds 

Their  Saviour  Christ  to  meet: 
They  rise  with  joy  and  mount  on  higl). 

They  mount  to  "Jesus'  arms, 
And  gaze,  with  wonder  and  delight 

On  their  Beloved's  charms. 

7  Like  apples  fair  as  beauties  are, 

To  feed  and  cheer  the  mind, 
No  earthly  fruit  can  so  recruit, 

Nor  flagons  full  of  wine. 
Their  troubles  o'er,  they  grisve  no  more. 

But  sing  in  strains  of  joy, 
In  raptures  sweet,  in  bliss  complete. 

They  feast  and  never  cloy. 

HYMN  83.     L.  M. 

WHEN,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  i. 
That  I  shall  find  my  ail  in  thee  .' 
The  fulness  of  thy  promise  prove, 
The  seal  of  thine  eternal  love  ? 
:3  A  poor  blind  child,  I  wander  here 
H  haply  I  may  feel  thee  near : 


Hymn  84.  81 

vj  darls !  dark !  dark !  I  still  must  say, 
Amidst  the  blaze  of  gospel  day. 
:»  Thee,  only  thee,  I  fain  would  find, 
And  cast  the  world  and  flesh  behind ; 
Thou,  only  thou,  to  me  be  given. 
Of  all  thou  hast  in  earth  or  Iieaven. 
4  When  from  the  arm  of  flesh  set  free 
Jesus,  my  soul  shall  fly  to  thee : 
Jesus,  when  I  have  lost  my  all, 
.[  shall  upon  thy  bosom  fall. 

HYMN  84.     CM. 

W^HEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 
My  rising  soul  surveys  : 
Transported  with  the  viev»r,  I'm  lost, 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise  ! 
2  O  how  can  words  with  equal  warmth 

The  gratitude  declare, 
That  glows  within  my  ravish'd  heart ' 

But  thou  canst  read  it  there ! 
;>  Thy  providence  my  life  sustain'd, 

And  all  my  wants  redress'd. 
While  in  the  silent  womb  I  lay. 

And  hung  upon  the  breast. 
\  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear; 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 

To  form  themselves  in  prayer.  * 


88  Hymn  85. 

5  Unnumbev'd  comforts  on  my  soul 
'     Thy  tender  care  bestow 'd  ; 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 

From  whom  those  comforts  flow'd. 
G  When  in  the  sUpp'ry  paths  of  youtli.. 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran  ; 
Thine  arm.  unseen,  convey 'd  me  safe, 

And  led  me  up  to  man. 

7  Through  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and  deaths 
It  gently  clear'd  my  way; 

And  through  the  pleasing  snares  of  vice, 
More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 

8  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 
My  daily  thanks  employ: 

Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

9  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life 
Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue; 

And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds. 
The  pleasing  theme  renew. 

10  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 
A  grateful  song  I'll  raise; 

JjutO!  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 

HYMN  85.    P.  M. 

¥E  simple  souls  that  stray, 
Far  from  the  paths  of  peac^' 


Hymn  85.  89 

That  unfrequented  way 
To  life  and  happiness: 
How  long  will  ye  your  uilly  love, 

And  throng  the  downward  road. 
And  hate  the  wisdom  from  above, 

And  mock  the  sons  of  God  ! 

2  Madness  and  misery 

Ye  count  our  lives  beneath, 
And  nothing  great  can  see, 
Or  glorious  in  our  death  ! 
As  born  to  suffer  and  to  grieve, 

Beneath  your  feet  we  lie  : 
And  utterly  contema'd  we  live, 
And  unlamented  die. 

3  Poor,  pensive  sojourners, 
O'erwhelm'd  with  grief  and  woes, 

Perplex'd  with  needless  fears, 
And  pleasure's  mortal  foes ; 
More  irksome  than  a  gaping  tomb. 

Our  sight  ye  cannot  bear, 
Wrapt  in  the  melancholy  gloom 

Of  fanciful  despair. 

4  So  wretched  and  obscure, 
The  men  whom  ye  despise. 

So" foolish,  weak  and  poor. 
Above  your  scorn  we  rise  : 
Our  conscience  in  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Can  witness  belter  things : 


90  Hymn  86. 

For  he  whose  love  is  all  our  boast, 
Hath  made  us  priests  and  kings 
5  Riches  unsearchable 

In  Jesus'  love  we  know, 
And  pleasures,  from  the  well 
or  life,  our  souls  o'erflow ; 
From  him  the  spirit  we  receive 

Of  wisdom,  grace,  and  power. 
And  always  sorrowful  we  live, 
Rejoicing  evermore. 
0  Angels  our  servants  are, 

And  keep  in  all  their  ways, 
And  in  their  hands  they  bear 
The  sacred  sons  of  grace: 
Our  guardians  to  that  heavenly  bliss. 

They  all  our  steps  attend; 
And  God  himself  our  Father  is, 
And  Jesus  is  our  Friend. 
7  With  him  we  walk  in  white. 

We  in  his  image  shine. 
Our  robes  are  robes  of  light, 
Our  righteousness  divine: 
On  all  the  mortal  kings  of  earth. 

With  pity  we  look  down. 
And  claim,  in  virtue  of  our  birth, 
A  never-fading  crown. 

HYMN  86.     C.  31. 

YE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor 
Behold  a  royal  feast! 


Hymn  87.  9:i 

Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  stove 

For  ev'ry  humble  guest. 
-2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come ; 
O  stay  not  back,  though  fear  alarms  ! 

For  yet  there  still  is  room. 

3  O  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 
The  blessings  of  his  love; 

While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast, 
Of  nobler  joys  above  ! 

4  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice,, 
Before  th' eternal  throne. 

Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  ecstacies  unknown. 

5  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more,, 
Are  welcome  still  to  come : 

Ye  happy  souls,  the  grace  adore  ; 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 

HYMN  87.     C.  M. 

WWTlllLE  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks 
yf  by  night, 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 

And  glory  shone  around. 
2  "  Fear  not."  said  he,  (for  mighty  dread 

Had  seiz'd  their  troubled  mind,) 
'  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 


92  Hymn  88. 

o  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day, 

Is  born,  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord; 

And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : 
■1  "  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find 

To  human  view  display'd, 
All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  swathing  bands, 

And  in  a  manger  laid." 
5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appear'd  a  shining  thrang 
Of  angels  praising  God,  on  high, 

And  thus  address'd  their  song: 
G  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 
Good  will,  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men 

Begia  and  never  cease." 

HYMN  88.     CM. 

WHEN  shall  I  see  the  welcome  hour 
That  plants  my  God  in  me  ! 
,'^pirit  of  health,  and  life,  and  power, 

And  perfect  liberty. 
3  Love  only  can  the  conquest  win. 

The  strength  of  sin  subdue, 
Come,  O  my  Saviour,  cast  out  sin, 

And  form  my  soul  anew  ! 
3  No  longer  then  my  heart  shall  mourr. 

While  sanctified  by  grace, 


Hymn  89.  93 

1  only  for  his  glory  burn, 
And  always  see  his  face. 

HYMN  89.     S.  M. 

WE  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 
O  Day-star  from  on  high  ' 
The  sun  itself  is  hut  thy  shade. 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2  O  let  thy  orient  beams 
The  night  of  sin  disperse, 

The  mists  of  error  and  of  vice, 
Which  shade  the  universe  ! 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now! 
How  dark  and  sad  before  ! 

With  joy  we  view  the  pleasing  change. 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  O  may  no  gloomy  crime 
Pollute  the  rising  day; 

Or  Jesus'  blood,  like  ev'ning  dew. 
Wash  all  its  stains  away  ! 

5  May  we  this  life  improve, 
To  mourn  for  errors  p.ist; 

And  live  this  short  revolving  day, 

As  if  it  were  uur  last. 
0  To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  One  in  Three, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  for  ever  be. 


94  Hymx  90. 

HYMN  90.     CM. 

FIKST    PART. 

JESUS,  if  still  thou  art  to-day, 
As  yesterday,  the  same, 
Present  to  heal,  in  me  display 
The  virtue  of  thy  Name ! 

2  If  still  thou  goest  about  to  do 
Thy  needy  creatures  good, 

On  me,  that  I  thy  praise  may  show, 
Be  all  thy  wonders  show'd. 

3  Now,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  call, 
Thy  miracles  repeat: 

With  pity'ng  eyes  behold  me  fall 
A  leper  at  thy  feet. 

4  Loathsome,  and  vile,  and  self-abhorr'd 
I  sink  beneath  ray  sin  ; 

But,  if  thou  wilt,  a  gracious  word 
Of  thine,  can  make  me  clean. 

5  Thou  seest  me  deaf  to  thy  command, 
Open,  O  Lord,  my  ear; 

Bid  me  stretch  out  my  wither'd  hand, 
And  lift  it  up  in  prayer. 

()  Silent,  (alas !  thou  know'st  how  long,) 

My  voice  I  cannot  raise : 
Rut  O  !  when  thou  shall  loose  my  tongue^ 

The  dumb  shall  sing  thy  praise. 


Hymn  90.  95 

~  Lame  at  the  pool  I  siill  am  found : 
Give,  and  my  strength  employ ; 

Light  as  a  hart  I  then  sliall  bound ; 
The  lame  shall  leap  for  joy. 

8  Blind  from  my  birth  to  guilt  and  tiiee, 
And  dark  I  am  within  : 

The  love  of  God  I  cannot  see, 
The  sinfulness  of  sin. 

9  But  thou,  they  say,  art  passing  by  ! 
O  let  me  find  thee  near : 

Jesus,  in  mercy  hear  my  cry, 
Thou  Son  of  David,  hear! 

10  Behold  me  waiting  in  the  way 
For  thee,  the  heavenly  Light;' 

Command  me  to  be  brought,  and  say, 
"  Sinner,  receive  thy  sight!" 

SEC0i\D    PART. 

WHILE  dead  in  trespasses  I  lie, 

Thy  quick'ning  Spirit  give  ; 
Call  me,  thou  Son  of  God,  that  I 

May  hear  thy  voice  and  live. 
2  While  full  of  anguish  and  disease, 

My  weak,  distemper'd  soul 
Thy  love  compassionately  sees, 

O  let  it  make  me  whole ! 
J  Cast  out  thy  foes,  and  let  them  sti!- 

To  Jesus'  name  submit : 


96  Hymn  90. 

Clothe  with  thy  rightousness,  and  heaf, 
And  place  me  at  thy  feet. 

4  To  Jesus'  name,  if  all  things  now 
A  trembling  iuunage  pay ; 

O  let  my  stubbuin  spirit  bow, 
My  stifT-neck'd  will  obey  ! 

5  Impotent,  dumb,  and  deaf,  andbliuil. 
And  sick,  and  poor  I  am : 

I'ut  sure  a  remedy  to  find 
For  all  in  Jesus'  name. 

G  I  know  in  thee  all  fulness  dwells, 

And  all  for  wrerched  man  : 
Fill  ev'ry  want  my  spirit  feels, 

And  break  off  ev'ry  chain. 

7  If  thou  ijnpart  thyself  to  me, 

No  other  good  I  need  : 
If  thou,  the  Son,  shalt  make  me  free, 

I  shall  be  free  indeed. 

S  I  cannot  rest,  till  in  thy  blood 

I  full  redemption  have  : 
But  thou,  through  whom  I  come  to  God 

Canst  to  the  utmost  save. 

!)  From  sin,  the  guilt,  the  power,  the  pain 

Thou  wilt  redeem  my  soul : 
Lord,  I  believe,  and  not  in  vain: 

My  faith  shall  make  me  whole. 


Hymn  91,  92.  97 

10  I  too,  with  thee,  shall  walk  in  white, 

With  all  thy  saints  shall  prove, 
What  is  the  length,  and  breadth,  and  height. 

And  depth  of  perfect  love. 

HYMN  91.     L.  M. 

JESUS,  thou  everlasting  King, 
x\ccept  the  tribute  which  we  bring: 
Accept  thy  well-deserv'd  renown. 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 
"2  Let  ev'ry  act  of  worship  be 
Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee: 
Like  the  blest  hour,  when  from  above 
We  first  receiv'd  the  pledge  of  love. 
J?  The  gladness  of  that  liappy  day, 
O  may  it  ever,  ever  atay  ! 
Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold. 
Nor  hope  decline,  nor  love  grow  cold  1 
4  Each  foll'vviug  minute,  as  it  flies, 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  rais'd  to  sing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  92.     C.  M. 


His  sov'reign  right  assert; 
And  take  up  ev'ry  thankful  song, 
And  ev'ry  loving  heart, 


98  Hymn  93. 

2  He  justly  claims  us  for  his  ovfii 
Who  bought  us  with  a  price : 

The  Ciiristian  lives  to  Christ  alone 
To  Christ  aUuie  he  dies. 

3  Jesus,  thine  own  at  last  receive; 
Fulfil  our  hearts'  desire  ; 

And  let  us  to  thy  glory  live, 

And  in  thy  cause  expire  ! 
!  Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign ; 

With  joy  we  render  thee 
Our  all.  no  longer  ours,  but  thine 

To  all  eternity. 

HYiUN  93.    C.  M= 

GOD  of  all  consolation,  take 
The  glory  of  thy  grace  ! 
Thy  gifts  to  thee  we  render  back 

In  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 
2  Through  thee  we  now  together  came 

In  singleness  of  heart; 
We  met,  O  Jesus,  in  thy  name ; 

And  in  thy  name  we  part. 
'^  We  part  in  body,  not  in  mind  ; 

Our  minds  continue  one  : 
\ad  each  to  each  in  Jesus  join'd 

We  hand  in  hand  go  on. 
I  Subsists  as  in  us  all  one  soul  -■ 

No  power  can  make  us  twain 


Hymn  94.  99 

And  mountains  rise,  and  oceans  roll, 

To  sever  us  in  vain. 
.J  Present  we  still  in  spirit  are, 

And  intimately  nigh; 
While  on  the  wings  of  faith  and  prayer 

We  each  to  other  fly. 
G  In  Jesus  Christ  together  we 

In  heavenly  places  sit: 
Cloth'd  with  the  sun,  we  smile  to  see 

The  moon  beneath  our  feet. 
7  Our  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God  ' 

Our  Life  shall  soon  appear, 
And  shed  his  glory  all  abroad 

On  all  his  members  here. 

HYMN  94.     CM. 

THE  heavenly  treasure  now  we  iiavf" 
In  a  vile  house  of  clay; 
But  He  shall  to  the  utmost  save. 

And  keep  us  to  that  day. 
'2  Our  souls  are  in  his  mighty  hand. 

And  he  shall  keep  them  still ; 
And  you  and  I  shall  surely  stand 

With  him  on  Zion's  hill. 
o  Him  eye  to  eye  we  there  shall  see 

Our  face  like  his  shall  shine  : 
O  what  a  glorious  company, 

When  saints  and  angels  join  ! 


100  Hymn  95. 

4  O  what  a  joyful  meeting  there  .' 
In  robes  of  white  array'd  : 

Palms  in  our  hands  we  all  shall  bear 
And  crowns  upon  our  head. 

5  Then  let  us  lawfully  contend, 
And  fight  our  passage  through  : 

Bear  in  our  faithful  minds  the  end,. 

And  keep  the  prize  in  view. 
0  Then  let  us  hasten  to  the  day, 

When  all  shall  be  brought  home  ! 
Come,  O  Redeemer,  come  away  '. 

O  Jesus,  quickly  come! 

HYMN  95.     L.  M. 

^^  OD  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  powei 
^U^    Thro'  various  deaths  my  soul  hath  led 
Or  turn'd  aside  the  fatal  hour, 

Or  lifted  up  my  sinking  head  ! 
'-i  In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own, 

Thy  ruling  providence  I  see: 
Assist  me  still  my  course  to  run, 

And  still  direct  my  paths  to  thee. 
3  Whither,  O  whither  should  I  fly! 

But  to  my  loving  Saviour's  breast; 
Secure  within  thine  arms  to  lie, 

And  safe  beneath  t'hy  wings  to  rest. 
I  I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun. 

But  thou,  O  Christ!  my  wisdom  art'- 


Hymn  96.  101 

1  ever  into  ruin  run, 

But  ihou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

5  Foolish,  and  impotent,  and  blind. 
Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known  ; 

Bring  me  where  I  my  heaven  may  find. 
The  heaven  of  loving  thee  alone. 

6  Enlarge  my  heart  to  make  thee  room  ; 
Enter,  and  in  me  ever  stay : 

The  crooked  then  shall  straight  become., 
The  darkness  shall  be  lost  in  day. 

HYMN  96.     L.  M. 

NOW  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise, 
To  my  dear  Lord  my  voice  I'll  raise  : 
With  all  the  saints  I'll  join  to  tell, 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

2  All  worlds  his  glorious  power  confess. 
His  wisdom  all  his  works  express  ; 

But  oh  his  love,  what  tongue  can  tell ! 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

3  I  spurn'd  his  grace,  I  broke  his  laws. 
But  yet  he  undertook  my  cause, 

To  save  me,  though  I  did  rebel : 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well, 

4  At  last  my  soul  has  known  his  love, 
What  mercy  has  he  made  me  prove .' 
Mercy  which  doth  all  praise  excel ; 
My  Jesu3  bath  dooe  all  things  welL 

H 


J  02  Hymn  97. 

5  If  e'er  iny  Saviour  and  my  God 
Did  on  me  lay  his  chast'ning  rod, 
I  knew,  whatever  me  befel, 
My  Jesus  would  do  all  things  well. 
♦)  Though  many  a  fi'ry  flaming  dart 
Re  aim'd  to  wound  me  to  the  heart ; 
With  this  I  all  their  rage  repel, 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

7  Oft  times  my  Lord  his  face  did  hide. 
To  make  me  pray,  or  kill  my  pride; 
Yet  on  my  mind  it  still  doth  dwell. 
My  Jesus" hath  done  all  things  well. 

8  Soon  I  shall  pass  the  vale  of  death. 
And  in  his  arms  resign  my  breath  ; 
Then,  then  my  happy  soul  shall  tell, 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

9  And  when  to  that  bright  world  I  rise, 
And  join  the  seraphs  in  the  skies ; 
Above  the  rest  this  note  shall  swell, 
My  Jesns  hath  done  all  things  well. 

HYMN  97.    S.  M. 

ALMIGHTY  Maker,  God, 
How  glorious  is  thy  name  .' 
Thy  wonders  how  difTus'd  abroad. 

Throughout  creation's  frame ! 
-2  In  native  white  and  red, 
The  rose  and  lily  stand, 


Hymn  98.  103 

And  fiec  from  pride  their  beauties  spread, 

To  show  thy  skilful  hand. 
:]  The  lark  mounts  up  the  sky, 

With  unambitious  song; 
And  bears  her  Maker's  praise  on  high. 

Upon  her  artless  tongue. 

4  Fain  would  I  rise  and  sing 
To  my  Creator  too  ; 

Fain  would  my  heart  adore  my  King 
And  give  him  praises  due. 

5  Descend,  celestial  fire, 
And  seize  me,  from  above  ! 

Wrap  me  in  flames  of  pure  desire. 

A  sacrifice  of  love. 
G  Let  joy  and  worship  spend 

The  remnant  of  my  days: 
And  to  my  God  my  soul  ascend 

In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise. 

HYMN  98.     S.  M. 

AND  are  we  yet  alive, 
And  see  each  other's  face  / 
Cjlory  and  praise  to  Jesus  give, 
For  his  redeeming  grace  ! 
Preserv'd  by  power  divine 
To  full  salvation  here, 
Vgain  in  Jesus'  praise  we  join; 
And  ia  his  sight  appear. 


104  Hymn  99. 

2  What  troubles  have  we  seen  '. 
What  conflicts  have  we  past ! 

Fightings  without,  and  fears  within 
Since  we  assembled  last; 
But  out  of  all  the  Lord 
Hath  brouoht  us  by  his  love ; 

And  still  he  doth  his  help  afford. 
And  hides  our  life  -ibove. 

3  Then  let  us  make  our  boast 
Of  his  redeeming  power, 

Which  saves  us  to  the  uttermost, 
Till  we  can  sin  no  more : 
Let  us  take  up  the  cross, 
Till  we  the  crown  obtain  ; 

And  gladly  reckon  all  things  loss, 
So  we  may  Jesus  gain. 

HYMN  99.     S.  M. 

THE  praying  spirit  breathe, 
The  watching  power  impart: 
From  all  entanglements  beneath 
Call  off  my  peaceful  heart; 
My  feeble  mind  sustain. 
By  worldly  thoughts  opprest ; 
Appear,  and  bid  me  turn  again 
To  my  eternal  rest. 

2  Swift  to  my  rescue  come, 
Thiiie  own  this  moment  seize  ; 


Hymn  100.  105 

jjather  my  wand'ring  spirit  home, 

And  keep  in  perfect  peace  : 

Suffer'd  no  more  to  rove 

O'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 
Arrest  the  pris'ner  of  thy  love, 

And  shut  me  up  in  God. 

HYMN  100.     S.  M. 

AND  let  our  bodies  part, 
To  diffrent  cfimes  repair  : 
Inseparably  join'd  in  heart, 
The  friends  of  Jesus  are. 

2  Jesus,  the  corner  stone. 
Did  first  our  hearts  unite  ; 

And  still  he  keeps  our  spirits  one, 
Who  walk  with  him  in  white. 

3  O  let  us  still  proceed 
In  Jesus'  work  below  ; 

And  foU'wing  our  triumphant  Head. 
To  farther  conquests  go. 

4  The  vineyard  of  the  Lord 
Before  his  lab'rers  lies  ; 

And  lo  !  we  see  the  vast  reward 
Which  waits  us  in  the  skies. 

5  O  let  our  heart  and  mind 
Continually  ascend, 

That  haven  of  repose  to  find, 
Where  all  our  labors  end  ! 


106  Hymn  100. 

G  Where  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 

OursufF'ring  and  our  pain  : 
Who  meet  on  that  eternal  shore, 

Shall  never  part  again. 
7  O  happy,  happy  place, 

Where  saints  and  angels  meet ! 
There  we  shall  see  each  other's  face,. 

And  all  our  brethren  greet. 

S  The  church  of  the  first-born, 
We  shall  with  them  be  blest; 

And  crown'd  with  endless  joy,  return 
To  our  eternal  rest. 

9  With  joy  we  shall  behold, 
In  yonder  blest  abode, 

The  patriarchs  and  prophets  old, 
And  all  the  saints  of  God. 

10  Abrah'm  and  Isaac,  there, 
And  Jacob,  shall  receive 

The  foH'vvers  of  their  faith  and  prayer, 
Who  now  in  bodies  live. 

11  We  shall  our  time  beneath, 
Live  out  in  cheerful  hope, 

And  fearless  pass  the  vale  of  death. 
And  gain  the  mountain  top. 

12  To  gather  home  his  own 
God  shall  hi.s  angels  send, 

And  bid  our  bliss,  on  earth  begun 
la  deathless  triumphs  end. 


Hymn  101.  lO: 

HYMN  101.    S.  M. 

BID  me  of  men  beware, 
And  to  my  ways  take  heed ; 
Discern  their  ev'ry  secret  snare, 
And  circumspectly  tread. 

•i  O  may  I  calmly  wait 

Thy  succors  from  above  ! 
And  stand  against  their  open  hale, 

And  well  dissembled  love. 

3  My  spirit,  Lord,  alarm, 
VVhen  men  and  devils  join: 

"Gainst  all  the  powers  of  Satan  arm, 
In  panoply  divine. 

4  O  may  I  set  my  face, 
His  onsets  to  repel ! 

Quench  all  his  fi'ry  darts,  and  chase 
The  fiend  to  his  own  hell. 

5  But,  above  all,  afraid 
Of  my  own  bosom  foe. 

Still  let  me  seek  to  thee  for  aid, 
To  thee  my  weakness  show. 

G  Hang  on  thy  arm  alone. 

With  self-distrusting  care, 
And  deeply  in  the  Spirit  groan, 

The  never-ceasing  prayer. 


108  Hymn  102. 

HYMN  102.     CM. 

BLEST  be  the  dear  uniting  love. 
That  will  not  let  us  part; 
Our  bodies  may  far  oft'  remove, 
We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

2  Join'd  in  one  spirit  to  our  Head, 
Where  he  appoints  we  go; 

And  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread, 
And  show  his  praise  below. 

3  O  may  we  ever  walk  in  him, 
And  nothing  know  beside, 

Nothing  desire,  nothing  esteem, 
But  Jesus  crucified  ! 

4  Closer  and  closer  let  us  cleave 
To  his  belov'd  embrace; 

Expect  his  fulness  to  receive, 
And  grace  to  answer  grace. 

5  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace, 
The  same  in  mind  and  heart. 

Nor  joy,  nor  grief  nor  time,  nor  place. 
Nor  life,  nor  death  can  part. 

6  But  let  us  hasten  to  the  day, 
Which  shall  our  flesh  restore; 

When  death  shall  all  be  done  away 
And  bodies  part  no  more. 


Hymn  103,  104.       109 

HYMN  103.     CM. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire^ 
Let  US  thine  influence  prove; 
Source  of  the  oid  prophetic  fire, 
Fountain  of  life  and  love. 

2  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  mov'd  by  thee, 
The  prophets  wrote  and  spoke; 

Unlock  the  truth,  thyself  the  key, 
Unseal  the  sacred  book. 

3  Expand  thy  wings.  Celestial  Dove, 
Brood  o'er  our  nature's  night; 

On  our  disorder'd  spirits  move, 
And  let  ttiere  now  be  light. 

4  God,  through  himself,  we  then  shall  know. 
If  thou  within  us  shine: 

And  sound,  with  all  thy  saints  below, 
The  depths  of  love  divine. 

HYMN  104.     L.  M. 

BRAVV  near,  O  Son  of  God,  draw  near! 
Us  with  thy  flaming  eye  behold; 
iStill  in  thy  church  vouchsafe  t'  appear, 

And  let  our  candlestick  be  gold. 
2  Still  hold  the  stars  in  thy  right  hand, 

And  let  them  in  thy  lustre  glow, 
The  lights  of  a  benighted  land, 
The  angels  of  thy  church  below. 


110  Hymn  105. 

o  RIake  good  their  apostolic  boast, 

Their  liigh  commission  let  them  prove, 
Be  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghost, 

And  iill'd  with  ftiith.  and  hope,  and  love, 
i  Their  hearts  from  things  of  earth  remove. 

Sprinkle  them,  Lord,  from  sin  and  fear; 
Fix  their  affections  all  above. 

And  lay  up  all  their  treasures  there. 
Tj  Give  them  an  ear  to  hear  thy  word; 

Thou  speakest  to  the  churches  now: 
And  let  all  tongues  confess  their  Lord, 

Let  ev'ry  knee  to  Jesus  bow. 

HYMN  105.     C.  M. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word. 
What  endless  glory  shines! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  .idor'd 

For  these  celestial  lines. 
'1  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want. 

Exhanstiess  riches  find. 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows. 
And  yields  a  free  repast, 

Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows, 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around ; 


Hymn  106.  ill 

And  life,  and  everlasting  joys, 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 

And  still  increasing  light ! 

(5  Divine  Instructer,  gracious  Lord  ! 

Be  thou  for  ever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 

And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

HYMN  106.     S.  M. 

FATHER,  our  hearts  we  lift 
Up  to  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  thank  thee  for  the  precious  gift 
Of  thine  incarnate  Son! 
The  gift  unspeakable 
We  thankftiUy  receive, 
And  to  the  world  thy  goodness  tell, 
And  to  thy  glory  live. 

'^  Jesus,  the  holy  Child, 

Doth  by  his  birth  declare 
That  God  and  man  are  reconcil'd, 

And  one  in  him  we  are. 

Salvation  through  his  name 

To  all  mankind  is  given, 
And  loud  his  infant  cries  proclaim 

A  peace  'twixt  earlh  and  heaven. 


112  Hymn  107. 

3  A  peace  on  earth  he  brings, 
Which  never  more  shrill  end  : 

The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  King  of  king- 
Declares  himself  our  Friend  ; 
Assumes  our  flesh  and  blood, 
That  we  his  grace  may  gain  : 

The  everlasting  Son  of  (Jod, 
The  mortal  Son  of  man. 

4  His  kingdom  from  above, 
He  doth  to  us  impart. 

And  pure  benevolence  and  love 
O'erflovv  the  Aiithful  heart: 
Chang'd  in  a  moment,  we 
The  sweet  attraction  find, 

With  open  arins  of  charity 
Embracing  all  mankind. 

5  O  might  they  all  receive 

The  new-born  Prince  of  Peace  ' 
And  meekly  in  his  Spirit  IPt-e, 

And  in  his  love  increase  ! 

Till  he  convey  us  home. 

Cry  ev'ry  soul  aloud, 
Come,  thou  Desire  of  nations,  come; 

And  take  us  up  to  God ! 

HYMN  107.     C.  M. 

I  "FATHER  of  me  and  aH  mankind, 
And  all  the  hosts  above, 


Hymn  108.  113 

Let  ev'ry  understanding  mind 
Unite  to  praise  thy  love  ! 

2  To  know  thy  nature  and  thy  name^ 
One  God  in  persons  Three  ; 

And  glorify  the  great  I  AM, 
Through  all  eternity, 

3  Thy  kingdom  come,  with  power  and  grace, 
To  ev'ry  heart  of  man  : 

Thy  peace,  and  joy,  and  righteousness, 
In  all  our  bosoms  reign. 

4  Thy  righteousness  our  sins  keep  down, 
Thy  peace  our  passions  bind  ; 

And  let  us,  in  thy  joy  unknown, 
The  first  dominion  find. 

5  The  righteousness  that  never  ends. 
But  makes  an  end  of  sin  ; 

The  joy  that  human  thought  transcends. 
Into  our  souls  bring  in. 

G  The  kingdom  of  establish'd  peace, 

Which  can  no  more  remove  ; 
The  perfect  [)ower  of  godliness, 

Th' omnipotence  of  love. 

HYMN  108.    C.  M. 

FATHER,  how  wide  thy  glories  shine  - 
How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs,,. 
By  thousaods  through  the  skies  ; 


114  Hymn  108. 

Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power 
Their  motions  speak  thy  skill : 

And  on  the  wings  uf  ev'ry  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

2  Part  of  thy  name  divinely  stands. 
On  all  thy  creatures  writ ; 

They  show  the  labor  of  thy  hands, 

Or  impress  of  thy  feet; 
But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 

In  their  divinest  forms  : 

3  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known, 
Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 

Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone. 

The  justice  or  the  grace  : 
N6w  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains  : 
Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name 

And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

4  O  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 
In  that  immortal  song  ! 

Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heaif- 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost,- 
Who  sweetly  all  agree 

To  save  a  world  of  sinners  lost. 
Eternal  glory  be. 


Hymn  109,  110.       115 

HYMN  109.     C.  M. 

f^OUNTAIN  of  life,  to  all  below 
Let  thy  salvalion  roll  ; 
Water,  replenish,  and  o'erflovv, 

Ev'ry  believing  soul. 
0  Into  that  happy  number,  Lord^ 

Us  weary  sinners  take  ; 
Jesus,  fulfil  thy  gracious  word, 
For  thine  own  mercy's  sake. 

3  Turn  back  our  nature's  rapid  tide, 
And  we  shall  flow  to  thee  ; 

While  down  the  stream  of  time  we  glide 
To  our  eternity. 

4  The  well  of  life  to  us  thou  art, 
Of  joy,  the  swelling  flood  ; 

Wafted  by  thee,  with  willing  heart, 
We  swift  return  to  God. 

5  We  soon  shall  reach  the  boundless  sea,, 
Into  thy  fulness  fall : 

Be  lost  and  swallow'd  up  in  thee, 
Our  God,  our  All  in  All. 

HYMN  110.     CM. 

FATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee, 
No  other  help  I  know  ; 
IF  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  raO; 
A-h,  whither  shall  I  go  ? 


il6  Hymn  111. 

2  What  did  ihine  only  Son  endure,. 
Before  I  drew  my  breath  ! 

What  pain,  what  labor  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death ! 

3  O  Jesus,  could  I  this  believe, 
I  now  should  feel  thy  power ; 

Now  my  poor  soul  thou  wouldst  retrieve 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 
My  weary,  longing  eyes  : 

O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift, 
My  soul  without  it  dies. 

5  Surely  thou  canst  not  let  me  die  ; 
O  speak,  and  I  shall  live  ; 

And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie, 

Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 
G  The  worst  of  sinners  would  rejoice. 

Could  they  but  see  thy  face  : 
O  let  me  hear  thy  quick'ning  voicC; 

And  taste  thy  pard'ning  grace  ! 

HYMN  111.    C.  M. 

FATHER  of  Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord 
I  humbly  seek  thy  face  ; 
Encourag'd  by  the  Saviour's  word 

To  ask  thy'pard'ning  grace. 
3  Ent'ring  into  my  closet,  I 
The  busy  world  exclude  ; 


Hymn  112.  117 

111  secret  prayer  for  mercy  cry. 
And  groan  to  be  renew'd. 

3  Far  from  the  paths  of  men,  to  thee 
I  solemnly  retire  ; 

See  thou,  who  dost  in  secret  see, 
And  grant  my  heart's  desire. 

4  Thy  grace  I  languish  to  receive, 
The  Spir't  of^  love  and  power ; 

Blameless  before  thy  ftice  to  live. 
To  live  and  sin  no  more. 

5  Fain  would  I  all  thy  goodness  fcei. 
And  know  my  sins  forgiven  ! 

And  do  on  earth  thy  perfect  will, 

As  angels  do  in  heaven. 
C  O  Father,  glorify  thy  Son, 

And  grant  what  I  require; 
For  Jesus'  sake,  the  gift  send  down, 

And  answer  me  by  fire. 
7  Kindle  the  flame  of  love  within, 

Which  may  to  heaven  ascend  ; 
\nd  now  the  work  of  grace  begin- 

Which  shall  in  glory  end. 

HYMN  112.    C.  M. 

LONG  have  1  seem'd  to  serve  thee.  Lord, 
With  unavailing  pain  : 
["asted  and  pray'd,  and  read  thy  word, 
And  heard  it  preach'd  in  vain. 


118  Hymn  113. 

2  Oft  did  [  with  th'  assembly  join, 
And  near  thy  altar  drew  ; 

A  form  of  godliness  was  mine^ 
The  power  I  never  knew. 

3  I  rested  in  the  outward  lav^r, 
Nor  knew  its  deep  design  : 

The  length  and  breadth  I  never  saw, 
And  height  of  love  divine. 

4  To  please  thee  thus,  at  length  I  see. 
Vainly  I  hop'd  and  strove  ; 

For  what  are  outward  things  to  thee, 
Unless  they  spring  from  love  I 

5  I  see  the  perfect  law  requires 
Truth  in  the  inward  parts  ; 

Our  full  consent,  our  whole  desires, 
Our  undivided  hearts. 

6  But  I  of  means  have  made  my  boast. 
Of  means  an  idol  made  : 

The  spirit  in  the  letter  lost, 
The  substance  in  the  shade. 

7  Where  am  I  now,  or  what  my  hope  ? 
What  can  my  weakness  do  ? 

Jesus,  to  thee  my  soul  looks  up; 
'Tis  thou  must  make  it  new. 


M 


HYMN  113.    C.  M. 

Y  God,  my  God,  to  thee  I  cry; 
Thee  only  would  I  know : 


Hymn  114.  119 

Thy  purifying  blood  apply, 
And  wash  me  white  as  snow. 

2  Touch  me.  and  make  the  lepei;  clean,, 
Purge  my  iniquity : 

Unless  thou  wash  my  soul  from  sin, 
I  have  no  part  in  thee. 

3  But  art  thou  not  already  mine? 
Answer,  if  mine  thou  art! 

Whisper  within,  thou  Love  divine, 
And  cheer  my  drooping  heart. 

4  Behold,  for  me  the  victim  bleeds, 
His  wounds  are  open  wide; 

For  me  the  blood  of  sprinkling  pleads, 
And  speaks  me  justified. 

HYMN  114.     C.  M. 

OTHAT  I  were  as  heretofore  ! 
When  warm  in  my  first  love; 

1  only  liv'd  my  God  t'  adore, 

And  seek  the  things  above  ! 

2  Upon  my  head  his  candle  shone, 
And  lavish  of  his  s;race,  ^ 

With  cords  of  love  he  drew  me  on, 
And  half  unveil'd  his  face. 

3  Butter  and  honey  did  I  eat, 
And,  lifted  up  on  high, 

f  saw  the  clouds  beneath  my  feet, 
And  rode  upon  the  sky. 


120  Hymn  115. 

4  Far,  far  above  all  earthly  things 
Triumphantly  I  rode  ; 

I  soar'd  to  heaven  on  eagles'  wings, 
And  found  and  tallid  with  God. 

5  Where  am  I  now  1  from  what  a  height 
Of  happiness  cast  down  ! 

The  glory  swallow'd  up  in  night. 

And  faded  is  the  crown. 
G  O  God,  thou  art  my  home,  my  rest, 

For  \yhich  1  sigh  in  pain  ! 
How  shall  1  'scape  into  thy  breast, 

My  Eden  now  regain  ? 

HYMN  115.    L.  M. 

OH  give  tne,  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn. 
My  sins  which  have  thy  body  torn  ; 
Give  me  with  broken  heart  to  see, 
Thy  last  tremendous  agony. 
'Z  O  could  I  gain  the  mountain's  height. 
And  gaze  upon  that  wondrous  sight; 
O  that  with  Salem's  daughters,  I 
Could  stand  and  see  my  Saviour  die. 

3  Fd  hang  around  his  feet  and  cry, 
Lord  save  a  soul  condemn'd  to  die, 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

4  Father  of  mercy !  drop  thy  frown, 
And  give  me  shelter  in  thy  Son ; 


Hymn  116.  121 

And  with  my  broken  heart  comply, 

O  give  me  Jesus  or  I  die. 

5  O  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 

If  thou  wouldst  ease  me  of  my  guilt ; 

Good  Lord,  in  njercy  hear  me  cry, 

And  give  me  Jesus  or  1  die. 

G  O  save  my  soul  from  gaping  hell^ 

Or  else  with  devils  I  must  dwell ; 

Oh!  might  I  enter,  now  I'm  come; 

Lord  Jesus  save,  or  I  am  gone. 

HYMN  116.     L.  M. 
THOU,  whom  all  thy  saints  adore, 
We  now  with  nil  thy  saints  agree, 
And  bow  our  inmost  si>uls  before 
Thy  glorious,  awful  Majesty. 

2  The  King  of  nations  we  proclaim  ; 
Who  would  not  our  great  Sov'reign  fear  ? 

We  long  t' experience  all  ihy  name, 
And  now  we  come  to  meet  thee  here. 

3  We  come,  great  God,  to  seek  thy  face, 
And  for  thy  loving  kindness  wait; 

And  O,  how  dreadtlil  is  this  place  I 

'Tis  God's  own  house,  'tis  heaven's  gate  ' 

4  Tremble  our  heart>T  to  find  thee  nigh, 
To  thee  our  trembling  hearts  aspire : 

And  lo  !  we  see  descend  from  high 
The  pillar  and  the  flame  of  fire. 


122  Hymn  117. 

5  Still  let  it  on  th'  assembly  stay, 
And  all  the  house  with  glory  fill: 

To  Canaan's  bounds  point  out  the  way 
And  lead  us  to  thy  holy  hill. 

6  There  let  us  all  with  Jesus  stand. 
And  join  the  gen'ral  church  above; 

And  take  our  seats  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  sing  thine  everlasting  love. 

7  Come,  Lord,  our  souls  are  on  the  wing, 
Now  on  thy  great  white  throne  appear, 

And  let  mine  eyes  behold  ray  King, 
And  let  me  see  my  Saviour  there. 

HYMN  117.     CM. 

ONCE  more,  my  sou!,  the  rising  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats. 
The  day  renews  the  sound : 

Wide  as  the  heavens  on  which  he  sits, 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  He  supports  my  mortal  frame; 
My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise; 

My  sins  might  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame. 
But  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  O  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 
Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light : 


Hymn  118.  123 

Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline; 
And  bring  a  pleasing  night. 
HYMN  118.    L.M. 

PEACE,  troubled  soul,  Ihou  need'st  not; 
fenr! 
Thy  great  Provider  still  is  near: 
Who  fed  thee  last,  will  feed  thee  still, 
Be  calm,  and  sink  into  his  will. 

2  The  Lord  who  built  the  earth  and  sky, 
In  mercy  stoops  to  hear  thy  cry  ; 

His  promise  all  may  freely  claim, 
^' Ask  and  receive  in  Jesus'  name.'' 

3  His  stores  are  open  all,  and  free 
To  such  as  truly  upright  be; 
Water  and  bread  he'll  give  for  food, 
With  all  things  else  which  he  sees  good 

4  Your  sacred  hairs  which  are  so  small, 
By  God  himself  are  number'd  all; 
This  truth  he  's  publish'd  all  abroad, 
That  men  may  learn  to  trust  the  Lord. 

5  The  ravens  daily  he  doth  feed, 

And  sends  them  food  as  they  have  need; 
Although  they  nothing  have  in  store, 
Yet  as  tliey  lack  he  gives  them  more. 

6  Then  do  not  seek,  witii  anxious  care, 
What  ye  shall  eat,  or  drink,  or  wear, 
Your  heavenly  Father  will  you  feed. 
He  knows  that  all  these  things  you  need. 


124  Hymn  119. 

7  Without  reserve,  give  Christ  your  heart 
Let  him  his  righteousness  impart; 

Then  all  things  else  he'll  freely  give  ; 
With  him  you  ail  things  shall  receive. 

8  Thus  shall  the  soul  be  truly  blest, 
That  seeks  in  God  his  only  rest; 
May  I  that  happy  person  be, 

In  fime  and  in  eternity. 

HYMN  119.    L.  M. 

RETURN,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  has  blest, 
Another  six  daj's'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbaih  is  begun. 

2  Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds; 
l^rovides  a  blest  foretaste  of  heaven, 

On  this  day  more  than  all  the  seven. 

3  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise. 
As  grateful  incons^e  to  the  skies; 

And  draw  from  Christ  that  sweet  repose, 
\^  hich  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

4  This  heavenly  calm  w-ithin  the  breast. 
Is  the  best  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  Churcli  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pa,ins. 

5  With  joy,  great  God,  thy  works  we  scan, 
Crealion'.s  scene,  redemption's  plan. 


Hymn  120,  121.       125 

With  praise  we  think  on  mercies  past, 

With  hope  we  future  pleasures  taste. 

6  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 

In  holy  comforts  pass  away; 

How  sweet!  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend. 

In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end! 

HYMN  120.     S.  M. 
^|1  EE  how  the  morning  sun 
^^     Pursues  his  shining  way  ; 
x\nd  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise. 

With  ev'ry  bright'ning  ray. 
'i  Thus  would  my  rising  soul, 

Its  heavenly  Parent  sing  ; 
And  to  its  great  Original, 

The  humble  tribute  Taring. 

0  Serene  I  laid  me  down, 
Beneath  his  guardian  care  ; 

1  slept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 

My  kind  Preserver  near ! 

1  My  life  I  would  anew 

Devote,  O  Lord,  to  thee; 
And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 

A  long  eternity. 

HYMN  121.     C.  M. 

^EE,  Jesus,  thy  disciples  see, 
^7     The  promis'd  blessing  give  ! 


126  Hymn  122. 

Met  in  thy  name,  we  look  to  thee,, 
Expecting  to  receive. 

2  Thee  we  expect,  our  faithful  Lord- 
Who  in  thy  name  are  join'd ; 

We  wait  according  to  thy  word, 
Thee  in  the  midst  to  find. 

3  With  us  thou  art  assembled  here. 
But,  O  !  thyself  reveal ! 

Son  of  the  living  God.  appear ! 
Let  us  thy  presence  feel. 

4  Breathe  on  us,  Lord,  in  this  our  day. 
And  these  dry  bones  shall  live; 

Speak  peace  into  our  hearts,  and  say, 
"  The  Holy  Ghost  receive." 

5  Whom  now  we  seek,  O  may  we  meet! 
Jesus,  the  Crucified; 

Show  us  thy  bleeding  hands  and  feet. 

Thou  who  for  us  hast  died. 
0  Cause  us  the  record  to  receive  ! 

Speak,  and  the  tokens  show, 
•'  O  be  not  faithless,  but  believe 

In  Me,  who  died  for  you !" 

HYMN  122.     CM. 

^^HEPHERD  divine,  our  wants  relieve. 
IKj7     In  this  our  evil  day  ; 
To  all  thy  tempted  foll'wers  give 
The  power  to  watch  and  pray. 


Hymn  123.  127 

'3  Long  as  our  fi'ty  trials  last, 

Long  as  the  cross  we  bear, 
O  let  our  souls  on  ihee  be  cast 

In  never-ceasing  prayer! 

3  The  spir't  of  interceding  gracC; 
Give  us  in  faith  to  claim ; 

To  wrestle  till  we  see  thy  face, 
And  know  thy  hidden  nanie. 

4  Till  thou  thy  perfect  love  impart. 
Till  thou  thyself  bestow  ; 

Be  this  the  cry  of  ev'ry  heart, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

5  I  will  not  let  thee  go,  unless 
Thou  tell  thy  name  to  me; 

With  all  thy  great  salvation  bless, 

And  make  me  all  like  thee 
G  Then  let  me  on  the  mountain  top 

Behold  thy  open  face; 
Where  faith  in  sight  is  swallow'd  up. 

And  prayer  in  endless  praise. 

HYMN  1-23.     C.  M. 
^^INCE  Jesus  freely  did  appear 
>^     To  grace  a  marriage  feast; 
O  Lord,  we  ask  thy  presence  here. 

To  make  a  wedding-guest. 
'2  Upon  the  bridal  pair  look  down, 

Whu  now  have  plighted  hands  - 


128  Hymn  124. 

Their  union  with  thy  favor  crown, 
And  bless  the  nuptial  bands. 

3  With  gifts  of  grace  their  hearts  endow 
Of  all  rich  dowries  best ! 

Their  substance  bless,  and  peace  bestow 
To  sweeten  all  the  rest. 

4  In  purest  love  their  souls  unite, 
That  they,  with  christian  care, 

May  make  domestic  burdens  light, 
liy  taking  each  tlieir  share. 

5  True  helpers  may  they  prove  indeed. 
In  prayer,  in  faith,  aiid  liope; 

And  see,  with  joy.  a  godly  seed, 

To  build  their  household  up  : 
G  As  Isaac  and  Rebecca  give 

A  pattern  chaste  and  kind  ; 
So  may  this  married  couple  live, 

And  die  in  friendship  join'd. 
7  On  ev'ry  soul  assembled  here, 

O  make  thy  face  to  shine  ; 
Thy  goodness  more  our  hearts  can  cheer 

Than  richest  food  or  wine. 

HYWN  124.     L.  M. 

'HAT!  never  speak  one  evil  word^ 
Or  rash,  or  idle,  orunkihd? 
O  bow  shall  I,  most  gracious  Lord, 
This  mark  of  true  perfection  find  ? 


.     Hymn  125.  129 

'2  Thy  sinless  mind  in  me  reveal ; 

Thy  Spirit's  plenitude  impart; 
And  all  my  spotless  life  shall  tell 

Th' abundance  of  a  loving  heart. 

3  Saviour,  I  long  to  testify 

The  fulness  of  thy  saving  grace : 
O  might  thy  Spirit  th'  blood  apply, 

Which  bought  for  me  the  sacred  peace  ! 

4  Forgive,  and  make  my  nature  whole ; 
My  inbred  malady  remove  ; 

To  perfect  health  restore  my  soul, 
To  perfect  holiness  and  love. 

HYMN  125.    CM. 

THE  counsels  of  redeeming  grace. 
The  sacred  leaves  unfold: 
x\nd  here  the  Saviour's  lovely  face, 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  behold. 

'2  Here  light  descending  from  above, 

Directs  our  doubtful  feet; 
Here  promises  of  heavenly  love, 

Our  ardent  vvishes  meet- 
o  Our  num'rous  griefs  are  here  redress'd, 

And  all  our  wants  supplied : 
Nought  we  can  ask  to  make  us  blest, 

Is  in  this  book  denied. 
4  For  these  inestimable  gains, 

That  so  enrich  the  mind, 


130  Hymn  126. 

O  may  we  search  with  eager  pains, 
Assur'd  that  we  shall  find. 

HYMN  126.     S.  M. 

THE  thing  my  God  doth  hate. 
That  I  no  more  may  do; 
Thy  creature,   Lord,  a^ain  create, 
And  all  my  soul  renew: 
My  soul  shall  then,  like  thine,  , 
Abhor  the  thing  unciean. 
And  sanctified  by  love  divine, 
For  ever  cease  from  sin. 

2  That  blessed  law  of  thine, 
Jesus,  to  me  impart; 

The  Spirit's  l.iw  of  life  divine, 

O  write  it  in  my  heart ! 

Implant  it  deep  within. 

Whence  it  may  ne'er  remove, 
The  law  of  liberty  from  sin, 

The  perfect  law  of  love. 

3  Thy  nature  be  my  law, 
Thy  spotless  sanctity  ; 

And  sweetly  ev'ry  moment  draw 

My  happy  soul  to  thee 

Soul  of  my  soul,  remain! 

Who  didst  for  all  fulfil. 
In  me,  O  Lord,  fulfil  again, 

Thy  heavenly  Father's  will- 


Hymn  127,  128.       131 

HYMN  127.     CM. 
fgiHE  wisdom  own'd  by  all  thy  sons, 

i        To  me,  O  God.  impart. 
The  knowledge  of  »he  holy  ones, 

The  understanding  heart. 
Thy  name,  O  holy  Father,  tell 

To  one  who  would  believe  ; 
To  me  thine  only  Son  reveal, 

Thy  Holy  Spirit  give. 
2  'Tis  life,  eternal  life,  to  know 

The  heavenly  Persons  mine  : 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  bestow. 

That  precious  faith  divine  ! 
A  Trinity  in  Unity, 

My  soul  shall  then  adore: 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  worship  thee, 

Jehovah,  evermore. 

HYMN  128.    C.  M. 

THOU  Son  of  God,  whose  flaming  eyes 
Our  inmost  thoughts  perceive, 
Accept  the  ev'ning  sacrifice 
Which  now  to  thee  we  give. 

2  We  bow  before  thy  gracious  throne^ 
And  think  ourselves  sincere: 

But  show  us.  Lord,  is  ev'ry  one 
Thy  real  worshipper? 

3  Is  here  a  soul,  that  knows  thee  not, 
Nor  feels  his  want  of  thee ; 


182  Hymn  129, 

A  stranger  to  the  blood  which  bought 
His  pardon  on  the  tree  ? 

4  Convince  him  now  of  unbelief, 
His  desp'rate  state  explain  : 

And  fill  his  heart  with  sacred  grief, 
And  penitential  pain. 

5  Speak  with  that  voice  that  wakes  the  dead, 
And  bid  the  sleeper  rise  ; 

And  bid  his  guilty  conscience  dread 

The  death  that  never  dies. 
C  Extort  the  cry,  "  What  must  be  done 

To  save  a  wretch  like  me  ? 
How  shall  a  trembling  sinner  shun 

That  endless  misery  ? 
7  "I  must  this  instant  now  begin 

Out  of  my  sleep  to  wake. 
And  turn  to  God,  and  ev'ry  sin 

Continually  forsake. 
S  "  I  must  for  faith  incessant  cry, 

And  wrestle,  Lord,  with  thee  ; 
I  must  be  born  again,  or  die 

To  all  eternity !" 

HYMN  129.    C.  M. 

^WEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
i^     The  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood, 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt. 
And  brin;'  me  home  to  God. 


Hymn  129.  133 

"2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 

His  praises  tun'd  my  tongue  ; 
And  when  the  ev'ning  siiades  prevail'd, 

His  love  was  all  my  song. 
:i  In  vain  the  tempter  spread  his  wiles, 

The  world  no  more  could  charm ; 
I  liv'd  upon  my  Saviour's  smiles, 

And  lean'd  upon  his  arm. 

4  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord 
And  saw  his  glory  shine: 

And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 

5  Then  to  the  saints  I  often  spoke, 
Of  what  his  love  had  done : 

But  now  my  heart  is  almost  broke. 
For  all  my  joys  are  gone. 

6  Now  when  the  ev'ning  shade  prevails, 
My  soul  in  darkness  mourns; 

And  when  the  morn  her  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

7  My  prayers  are  now  a  chatt'ring  noise, 
For  Jesus  hides  his  face  : 

I  read — the  promise  meets  my  eyes, 

But  will  not  reach  my  case. 
^  Now  Satan  threatens  to  prevail, 

And  make  my  soul  his  prey  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  thy  mercies  cannot  fail, 

O  come  without  delay, 
K 


134  Hymn  130. 

HYMN  130.     CM. 

^HOULD  bounteous  nature  kindly  poar 
^     Her  richest  gifts  on  me, 
JSlill,  O  my  God,  I  should  be  poor, 
If  void  of  love  to  thee. 

2  Not  shining  wit,  nor  manly  sense. 

Could  make  me  truly  good; 
Nor  zeal  itself  could  recompense 

The  want  of  love  to  God. 

o  Did  I  possess  the  gift  of  tongues, 

And  were  devoid  of  grace. 
My  loudest  words,  my  softest  songs, 

Would  be  but  sounding  brass. 

4  Tho'  thou  shoaldst  give  me  heavenly  skill. 
Each  myst'ry  to  explain, 

Had  I  no  heart  to  do  thy  will, 
My  knowledge  would  be  vain. 

5  Had  I  so  strong  a  faith,  my  God, 
As  mountains  to  remove. 

No  faith  could  do  me  real  good, 
That  did  not  work  by  love. 

(*  Oh,  grant  me  then  this  one  request; 
'  And  I'll  be  satisfied, 
That  love  divine  may  rule  my  breastj? 
And  all  my  actions  guide. 


Hymx  131.  135 

HYMN  131.    C.  M. 

^TILL,  for  thv  lovin?  kindness,  Lord; 
^^     1  in  thy  temple  wait : 

1  look  to  find  thee  in  thy  word, 

Or  at  thy  table  meet. 

2  Here  in  thine  own  a])pointed  ways,. 
I  wait  to  learn  thy  will  t 

Silent  I  stand  before  thy  Aice, 
And  hear  thee  say.  "  Be  still ! 

'3  "  Be  still!   and  kn.>vv  that  I  am  God  1" 
'Tis  all  I  live  to  know  ; 

To  feel  the  virtue  of  thy  blood, 
And  spread  its  praise  below ! 

4  I  wait  my  vigor  to  renew, 
Thine  image  to  retrieve! 

The  veil  of  outward  things  pass  through, 
And  gasp  in  thee  to  live. 

5  I  work;  and  own  the  labor  vain  ;. 
And  thus  from  works  I  cease  : 

J  strive ;  and  see  my  fruitless  pain, 

Till  God  create  my  peace. 
G  Fruitless,  till  thou  thyself  impartj 

Must  all  my  efforts  prove ; 
They  cannot  change  a  sinful  heart  j 

They  cannot  purchase  love. 
7  I  do  the  thing  thy  laws  enjoin, 

And  then  the  strife  give  o'er; 


136  Hymn  132. 

To  riiee  I  then  the  whole  resign, 

I  tiwst  in  means  no  more. 
8  I  trust  in  Him  who  stands  betw'eeis 

The  Father's  wrath  and  me : 
Jesus,  thou  great,  eternal  Mean, 

I  look  for  all  from  thee  1 

HYMN  132.     L.  M. 

THE  spacious  firmament  on  high. 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky. 
And  spangled  heavens  (a  shining  frame; 
Their  great  Original  proclaim  : 
Th'  unwearied  sun  from  day  to  day; 
Doth  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  ev'ry  land 
The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand, 
2  Soon  as  the  ev'ning  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  list'ning  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth: 
While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burls. 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 
l\  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
JMove  round  the  dark  terrestr'al  ball ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sonud 
•^hm'id  the  ra<]iant  orbs  be  foaa^ : 


Hymn  133.  137 

Iq  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  singing,  as  they  shine, 
•'  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine.'' 


SACRAMENTAL. 


HYMN  133.     C.  M. 

LORD,  at  thy  table  I  behold 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  ; 
But  most  of  all  admire  that  I 

Should  find  a  welcome  place. 
3  I,  who  was  all  defil'd  with  sin,, 

A  rebel  to  my  (lod  ; 
I,  who  have  crucified  his  Son, 
And  trampled  on  his  blood. 

3  What  strange,  surprising  grace  is  this, 
That  such  a  soul  has  room ! 

My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  hand, 
My  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

4  Eat,  O  my  friends,  the  Saviour  cries. 
The  feast  was  made  for  you  ; 

For  you  I  groan'd.  and  bled,  and  died^ 
And  rose  and  triumph'd  too. 


138  Hymn  134. 

5  With  humble  faith  and  bleeding  hearts, 

Lord,  we  accept  thy  love; 
'Tis  a  rich  banquet  we  havejiad, 

What  will  it  be  above? 
G  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaven, 

Join  all  your  praisin<r  powers  : 
JVo  theme  is  like  redeeming  love, 

No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 
7  Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lord, 

I'd  give  them  all  to  thee: 
Had  I  ten  thousand  tongues,  ihey  all 

Should  join  the  harmony. 

HYMN  134.     C.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Nail'd  In  the  shameful  tree! 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclin'd 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee ! 

2  Hark,  how  he  groans  !  while  nature  shakes, 
And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  ! 

The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done!  the  precious  ransom  's  paid! 
"  Receive  my  soul !''  he  cries  : 

See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head ! 
He  bows  his  head,  and  dies! 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain. 
And  in  full  glory  shine : 


Hymn  135.  139 

O  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine  ! 

HYMN  135.     L.  M. 

'E  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  .' 
Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ; 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies, 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground: 
Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 

For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load  ; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

"2  Here's  love  and  grief  bej'ond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  glorv  dies  for  man  ! — 
But  lo !  what  sudden  joys  we  see: 

Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 
The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb; 

(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rise;) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 

And  shout  him  ''  Welcome  to  the  skies !" 

3  Break  off  your  tear?,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  higii  your  great  Deiiv'rer  reigns: 
Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 

And  led  the  monster,  death,  in  chains! 
Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  wondrous  King! 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save !" 
Then  ask  the  monster,  'Where's  thy  sting?' 

And, '  Where's  thy  vict'ry^  boasting  grave '" 


140  Hymn  136. 

HYMN  136.    L.  M. 

f  THIRST,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God 
To  wash  me  in  thy  cleansing  blood ; 
ro  dwell  v-i'iihin  Ihy  wounds;  then  pain 
i^  sweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 

2  Take  my  poor  heart,  and  let  it  be 
Ff<r  ever  clos'd  to  all  but  iheef 

.Seal  thou  my  breast,  and  lei  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

3  How  blest  are  they  who  still  abide 
Close  sheller'd  in  thy  bleeding  side! 
Who  life  and  strength  from  thence  derive. 
And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  live. 

4  What  are  our  works  but  sin  and  death, 
Till  thou  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe? 
Thou  giv'st  the  power  thy  grace  to  move  ; 
O  wondrous  grace  !  O  boundless  love  ! 

5  How  can  it  be,  thou  heavenly  King, 
That  ihnu  shouldst  us  to  glory  bring; 
Make  slaves  the  partners  of  thy  throne, 
Deck'd  with  a  never-fading  crown? 

6  Hence  our  hearts  melt,  our  eyes  o'erflow. 
Oiu-  woids  are  Jost.  nor  will  we  know — 
Xnr  will  we  think  of  aught  beside, 

"  My  Lord,  my  love  is  crucified." 

7  Ah  !  Lord,  enlarge  our  scanty  thought, 
To  know  the  wonders  thou  hast  wrought-. 


Hymn  137.  141 

Unloose  our  starnm'ring  tongues  to  tell 
Thy  love  immense,  unsearchable! 
8  First-born  of  many  brethren  thou, 
To  thee,  lo,  all  our  souls  we  bow  : 
To  thee  our  hearts  and  hands  we  give ; 
Thine  may  we  die,  thine  may  we  live. 

HYMN  137.     CM. 

JESTIS  halh  died  that  I  might  live, 
Might  live  to  God  alone; 
In  him  eternal  life  receive, 
And  be  in  spirit  one. 

2  Saviour,  I  thank  thee  for  the  grace, 
The  gift  unspeakable; 

And  wait  with  arms  .)f  faith  t' embrace. 
And  all  thy  love  to  feel. 

3  My  soul  breaks  out  in  strong  desire 
Tlie  perfect  bliss  to  prove ; 

My  longing  heart  is  all  on  fire 
To  be  dissolv'd  in  love. 

4  Give  me  thyself,  from  ev'ry  boast, 
From  ev'ry  wish  set  free  ; 

Let  all  1  am  in  thee  be  lost, 
But  give  thyself  to  me. 

-5  Thy  gifts,  alas!  cannot  suffice, 

Unless  thyself  be  given  ; 
Thy  presence  makes  my  paradise, 

And  where  thou  art  is  heaven. 


142       Hymn  138,  139. 

HYMN  13S.     S.  M. 

'Y  Saviour's  pierced  side 
Pour'd  out,  a  double  flood  : 
Bj  water  we  are  purified, 
And  pardon'd  by  his  blood. 

:2  CalFd  from  above,  I  rise, 

And  wash  away  my  sin ; 
The  stream  to  which  my  spirit  flies. 

Can  make  the  foulest  clean. 

?y  It  runs  divinely  clear, 

A  fountain  deep  and  wide  ; 
'Twas  open'd  by  <he  soldier's  spear. 

In  my  Redeemer'sside ! 

HYMN  139.     S.  M. 

Ipl  LORY  to  God  on  high  ; 
\IM     Our  peace  is  made  with  Heaven  : 
The  Son  of  God  came  down  to  die, 
That  we  might  be  forgiven. 

2  His  precious  blood  was  shed, 
His  body  bruis'd  for  sin  : 

Remember  this  in  eating  bread. 
And  this  in  drinking  wine. 

3  Approach  his  royal  board, 
In  his  rich  garments  clad  ; 

Join  ev'ry  tongue  to  praise  the  Lord  ; 
And  ev'ry  heart  be  glad. 


Hymn  140,  141.       143 

i  The  Father  gives  the  Son  ; 

The  Son  his  flesh  and  blood : 
The  Spirit  applies,  and  faith  puts  on 

The  righteousness  ot'  God. 


HYMN  140      C.  M. 

HAT  doleful  night  before  his  death, 
The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 
Did,  almost  with  his  dying  breath, 
This  solemn  feast  ordain. 

2  To  keep  the  feast,  Lord,  we  have  met. 
And  to  remember  thee  : 

Help  each  poor  trembler  to  repeat, 
"  For  me,  he  died,  for  me!" 

3  These  sacred  signs,  thy  suff 'rings,  Lord, 
To  our  remembrance  bring: 

We  eat  and  drink  around  thy  board. 
But  think  on  nobler  things. 

4  O  tune  our  tongues,  and  set  in  frame, 
Each  heart  that  pants  for  thee, 

To  sing,  "  Hosanna  to  the  Lamb, 
The  Lamb  that  died  for  me !" 

HYMN  14L     C.  M. 

ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 
And  did  my  Sov'reign  din? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 


144  Hymn  142. 

2  Thy  body  slain,  sweet  Jesus,  thine  I 
And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 

While  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine, 
The  glorious  Suff'rer  stood. 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  1  had  done. 
He  groan'd  upon  tlie  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity  .'  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

4  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide. 
And  shut  his  glories  in, 

When  Christ,  tiie  mighty  Saviour,  died 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 
WhiVe  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness. 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 

Here,  Lord,  I  give  njyself  away  ; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYMN  142.     L.  M. 

l^rOW  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
1^    Tlie  dying  sorrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 
2  The  Jews  behold  him  thus  forlorn, 
And  shake  their  heads  and  laugh  in  score 


Hymn  143.  145 

■    He  rescued  others  from  the  grave, 
Now  let  him  try  hiniself  to  save. 

3  "  This  ia  the  man  did  once  pretend 
<jod  was  his  father  and  his  friend  ; 

}r  God,  the  blessed,  kiv'd  him  so, 
Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  '?" 

4  O  savage  people  !  cruel  priests  ! 
How  they  stood  round  like  raging  beasts  ; 
Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power. 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet.' 
Till  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet; 

,By  lot  his  garments  they  divide. 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died, 

G  But  God  his  Father  heard  his  cry  ; 
llais'd  from  the  dead,  he  reigns  on  high  ; 
The  nations  learn  his  righteousness, 
And  humblo  sinners  taste  his  grace. 


FUNERAL. 

HYMN  143.     S.  M, 

FIRST   PART. 

ND  am  I  born  to  die? 
,    To  lay  this  body  down  1 


146  Hymn  143. 

And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 

Into  a  world  unknown  ? 

A  land  of  deepe-t  shade, 

Unpierc'd  by  liumrin  thought; 
The  dreary  regions  of  The  dead. 

Where  all  things  are  forgot? 

2  Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 
What  will  become  of  me  ? 

Eternal  happiness,  or  wo, 
Must  then  my  portion  be: 
Wak'd  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 
I  from  my  grave  shall  rise, 

And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crown'd; 
And  see  the  flaming  skies  ! 

3  How  shall  I  leave  my  tomb  ? 
With  triumph  or  regret? 

A  fearful,  or  a  joyful  doom, 

A  curse,  or  blessing  meet? 

Will  angel  bands  convey 

Their  brother  to  the  bar? 
Ur  devils  drag  my  soul  away, 

To  meet  its  sentence  there  ? 

4  Who  can  resolve  the  doubt, 
That  tears  my  anxious  breast? 

Shall  I  be  with  the  damn'd  cast  out; 
Or  number'd  with  the  blest? 
I  must  from  God  be  driven, 
Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell ; 


Hymn  144.  147 

i\fust  come  at  his  command  to  heaven, 
Or  else — depart  to  hell. 

SECOND    PART. 

0  THOU  that  wouldst  not  have 
One  wretched  sinner  die  ; 

Who  diedsl  thyself,  tny  soul  to  save 

From  endless  misery  ! 

Show  me  the  wav  to  shun 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe  ; 
That  when  thou  cornest  on  thy  throne. 

1  may  with  joy  appear. 

2  Thou  art  thyself  the  Way, 

Thyself  in  me  reveal  ; 
So  shall  I  spend  my  life's  short  day 

Obedient  to  thy  will  ; 

"So  shall  I  love  my  God, 

Because  he  first  lov'd  me  ; 
And  praise  thee  in  thy  bright  abodC; 

To  all  eternity. 

HYMN  144.    P.  M. 

AH,  lovely  appearance  of  death  .' 
What  sight  upon  earth  is  so  fair  ' 
>fot  all  the  gay  paseants  that  breathe, 

Can  with  a  dead  body  compare  : 
With  solemn  delight  I  survey 

The  corpse,  when  the  spirit  is  fled  ; 
In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay, 
And  longing  to  lie  in  its  stead. 


148  Hymn  144. 

2  How  blest  is  our  brother,  bereft 
Of  all  that  could  burdeu  his  mind.' 

How  easy  the  soul  that  has  left 
This  wearisome  body  behind  ! 

Of  evil  incapable,  thou, 

Whose  relics  with  envy  I  see, 

No  longer  in  misery  now, 
No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 

3  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 
With  sickness  or  shaken  with  pain 

The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 
And  never  shall  vex  him  again  : 

No  anger,  henceforward,  or  shame,, 
Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay  : 

Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 
And  passion  is  vanish'd  away. 

4  This  languishing  head  is  at  rest, 
Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er  ; 

This  quiet,  immovable  breast, 
Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more  : 

This  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 
Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain  ; 

It  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat. 
It  never  shall  flutter  again. 

5  The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  close,. 
By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 

Now  seal'd  in  their  mortal  repose. 
Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep '. 


Hymn  145.  149 

The  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies, 

These  hollows  from  water  are  free; 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  these  eyes. 

And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 
(j  To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  prison  I  breathe, 
And  still  for  deliv'rance  pine, 

And  press  to  the  issues  of  death: 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew, 

0  might  I  this  moment  become  ! 
My  spirit  created  anew, 

My  flesh  be  consign'd  to  the  tomb, 

HYMN  145.     CM. 

AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
And  let  it  fainter  die; 
My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale,, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high: 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints. 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest: 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 

In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 
2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown 

1  now  the  cross  sustain  ; 

And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain : 
I  suffer  on  my  threescore  years, 

Till  my  Deliv'rer  come ; 
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150       '    Hymn  146. 

And  wipe  away  his  servani'stears. 
And  take  bis  exile  home. 

3  O  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me 
Before  my  ravish'd  eyes, 

Rivers  of  liie  divine  I  see, 

And  trees  of  paradise  ! 
I  see  a  vvoild  of  spirits  bright, 

Who  taste  t!ie  pleasures  there  ! 
They  are  all  rob'd  in  spotless  while 

And  conqu'ring  palms  they  bear. 

4  O  what  are  all  my  suff 'rings  here. 
If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet, 

With  that  enraptur'd  host  t' appear. 

And  worship  at  thy  feet ! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  paiii 

Take  life  or  friends  away : 
But  let  me  lind  tbem  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 

HYMN  146.     C.  M. 

MY  span  of  life  will  soon  be  done 
The  passing  moments  say; 
As  length'ning  shadows  o'er  the  mea<f. 

Proclaim  the  close  of  day. 
O  that  my  heart  might  dwell  aloof. 

From  all  created  things, 
And  learn  that  wisdom  from  above. 
WhencQ  true  conientraenl  spring.'- ' 


Hymx\  i46.  15i 

^2  Courage,  my  soul,  thy  bitter  cros.s, 

In  ev'ry  trial  here, 
Shall  bear  thee  to  thy  heaven  above. 

But  shall  not  enter  there. 
The  sighing  ones  that  humbly  seek 

In  sorrowing  paths  belovv^ 
Shall  in  eternity  rejoice, 

Where  endless  comforts  flow. 

o  Soon  will  the  toilsome  strife  be  o'er 

Of  sublunary  care, 
And  life's  dull  vanities  no  more 

This  anxious  breast  ensnare. 
Courage,  my  soul,  on  God  rely, 

Deliv'rance  soon  will  come, 
A  thousand  ways  has  Providence; 

To  bring  believers  home. 

4  Ere  first  I  drew  this  vital  breath, 
From  nature's  prison  free. 

Crosses  in  number,  measure,  weight, 

Were  written.  Lord,  for  me: 
But  thou,  my  shepherd,  friend,  and  guide,. 

llast  led  me  kindly  on, 
Taught  me  to  rest  my  fainting  head 

On  Christ,  the  corner  stone. 

5  So  comforted,  and  so  sustain'd, 
With  dark  events  I  strove. 

And  found,  when  rightly  understood. 
All  messengers  of  love ; 


152  Hymn  147. 

With  silence,  and  submissive  awe, 

Ador'd  a  chast'ning  God, 
Rever'd  the  terrors  of  his  law. 

And  humbly  kiss'd  the  rod. 

HYMN  147.    L.  M. 

5f  gllS  Jesus  calls  my  soul  away. 
JL     I  hear  his  voice,  and  I  obey  ; 
>f  or  sure  his  wondrous  power  to  savC; 
Strangely  perfumes  the  silent  grave. 

2  My  weakness,  weariness,  and  pain. 
By  Jesus'  love  I  now  sustain; 

To  hesl  the  wounds  of  sin  and  death. 
He  bids  me  look  to  liim  by  faith. 

3  This  tott'ring  frame  I  feel  give  way. 
My  sight  decays,  I  lose  the  day ; 

But  sure  I  feel  the  power  divine. 
And  heavenly  glories  round  me  shine. 

4  In  love  triumphant  now  I  sing. 
Death  and  the  grave  have  lost  their  stin^ 
Adieu  to  sorrow,  grief,  and  pain, 
With  my  Jesus  I  soon  shall  reign. 

5  O  the  bright  glories  of  the  place, 
What  pleasing  smiles  from  Jesus'  face  ' 
Too  bright  for  mortal  sight  to  bear, 
"Tis  heaven  itself  to  see  and  bear. 


Hymn  148,  149.       15;; 

HYMN  148.     S.  M. 

AND  must  this  body  die? 
This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  wnrmS; 
Shall  but  refine  this  flesh. 

Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives. 
And  often  from  the  skies 

Looks  dovi^n  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace 
Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 

And  ev'ry  shape,  and  ev'ry  face 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jesus'  dying  love  ; 

We  would  adore  his  gracw  below, 

And  sing  his  power  above. 
T)  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs. 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 

With  our  immortal  tongues. 

HYMN  149.     C.  M. 
EATH  may  dissolve  my  body  now. 
And  bear  my  spirit  home  : 


154  Hymn  150. 

Why  do  my  minutes  move  so  slow. 
Nor  my  salvation  come  ? 

2  With  heavenly  weapons  I  have  fought 
The  battles  of  the  Lord, 

Finish'd  my  course,  and  kept  the  faith 
And  wait  the  i?ure  reward. 

3  God  has  laid  up  in  heaven  for  me 
A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 

The  righteous  Judop,  at  that  great  day. 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  Kin<r  of  Grace  decreed 
This  prize  for  me  alonf'  : 

But  all  that  love,  and  Ion?  to  see 

Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 
.")  Jesus,  the  Lord,  shall  guard  me  safe 

From  ev'ry  ill  design  ; 
And  to  his  heavenly  kini'dom  take 

This  feeble  soul  of  mine. 
(j  God  is  my  everlasting  aid. 

And  hell  shall  rage  in  vain  ; 
To  him  be  highest  glory  paid, 

And  endless  praise — Amen. 

HYMN  150.     C.  M. 

DEATH  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid. 
If  God  be  with  us  there; 
We  may  walk  through  its  darkest  shade,. 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 


Hymn  151.  155 

C  I  could  renounce  my  all  below, 

If  my  Creator  bid  ; 
And  run,  if  I  were  call'd  to  go, 

And  die  as  Moses  did. 
n  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pisfl;ah's  top. 

And  view  the  promis'd  land. 
My  fle?h  itself  would  long  to  drop, 

And  pray  for  the  command. 
1  Ciasp'd  in  my  heavenly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  lose  my  life  among  the  charms 

Of  so  divine  a  death. 

•     HYMN  151.     C.  M. 

'OW  short  and  ha?ty  is  our  life  ! 
IIow  vast  our  soul's  affairs  ! 
Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 
To  lavish  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  though! lessiy  along, 
Without  a  moment's  stay  ; 

Just  like  a  story  or  a  song. 
We  pass  our  lives  away. 

3  Gou  from  on  high  invites  us  home; 
But  we  march  heedless  on, 

And  ever  hast'ning  to  the  tomb. 
Stoop  downwards  as  we  run. 

4  How  we  deserve  the  deepest  iiell, 
That  slight  the  joys  above.' 


156       Hymn  152,  153. 

What  chains  of  vengeance  should  we  feef, 

That  break  such  cords  of  love  ! 
5  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  sov'reign  grace. 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race. 

And  see  salvation  nigh. 

HYMN  152.     C.  M. 

HARK  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound- 
ftly  ears  attend  the  cry ; 
"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
AVhere  you  must  shortly  lie. 
y  "  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed. 

In  spite  of  all  your  towers  : 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head, 
Must  lie  as  l(»\v  as  ours." 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 

And  yet  prepare  no  morn  I 
I  Grant  us  the  power  of  quick'ning  grace. 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
Then  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 

We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 


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HYMN  153.     C.  M. 
Y  soul,  come,  meditate  the  day, 
And  think  how  near  itstands. 


Hymn  154.  157 

When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  hinds. 

2  And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 
The  hollow  gaping  lomb; 

This  gloomy  prison  waits  for  you, 
Whene'er  the  summons  come. 

3  Oh  !  could  we  die  with  those  that  die, 
And  place  us  in  their  stead ; 

Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converse  with  the  dead  : 

4  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above. 
In  their  own  glorious  forms. 

And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dv/ell  with  mortal  worms. 

5  How  we  should  scorn  these  clothes  of  flesi). 
These  fetters,  and  this  load  ; 

And  long  for  ev'ning  to  undress, 

That  we  may  rest  with  Gud. 
C)  We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay 

Before  the  summons  come, 
And  pray,  and  wish  our  souls  away 

To  their  eternal  home. 


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HYMN  154.     C.  M. 
AKED  as  from  the  earth  we  camo^ 
And  crept  to  life  at  first, 


We  to  the  earth  return  agam, 


158  Hymn  155. 

2  The  dear  deiights  we  here  enjoy. 
And  fondly  call  our  own, 

Are  but  short  favors  borrow'd  now, 
To  be  repaid  nnnn. 

3  'Tig  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high. 
Or  sinks  tliem  in  the  fl;rave  ; 

He  gi\r^,  and  (blessed  be  his  name) 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  our  ansfi y  passions  then, 
Let  ench  rebellions  si^h 

Be  silent  at  his  sov'reisn  will, 
And  ev'ry  murmur  die. 

5  If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives. 
Its  praises  shall  be  spread  ; 

And  we'll  adore  the  jiisfice  too, 
That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 

HYxMN  15.5.     L.  M. 
^jJHALL  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood 
K^   Contend  with  their  Creator,  God? 
Shall  mortal  worms  presume  to  be 
More  holy,  wise,  or  just  than  he  ? 
2  Behold  he  puts  his  tru^t  in  none 
Of  all  the  spirits  round  his  throne  ; 
Their  natures,  when  compar'd  with  his, 
Are  neither  holy,  just,  nor  wise. 
il  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they 
irho  spring  from  dust,  and  dwell  in  clay  ' 


Hymn  156.  159 

Touch'd  by  the  fino;er  of  thy  wrath, 
We  faint  and  vanish  hke  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
We  die  by  thousands  in  thy  sight ; 
Buried  in  dust  whole  nations  he, 

Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 

5  Almighty  Power,  to  thee  we  bow  ; 
How  frail  are  we  !  hmv  glorious  thou  ! 
JNo  more  the  sons  of  earth  shall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare. 

HYMN  156.     C.  M. 

^TOOP  down,  my  thoughts,  that  ns'd  to 
^  rise, 

Converse  awhile  with  death  : 
Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, 

And  pants  away  his  breath. 
2  His  quiv'ring  lip  hangs  feebly  down, 

His  pulses  faint  and  few  ; 
Then  speechless,  with  a  doleful  groan, 

He  bids  the  world  adieu, 
o  But,  oh,  the  soul  that  never  dies! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 

And  track  its  wondrous  way. 
4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell, 

If.  mounts  triumphant  there  : 


160  Hymn  157. 

Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 

In  infinite  despair. 
5  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  must  this  soul  remove  ? 
Oh.  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 

To  bear  it  safe  above  ! 

C  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 

My  naked  soul  I  trust ; 
And  my  flesh  waits  for  thy  command. 

To  drop  into  my  dust. 

HYMN  157.     C.  M. 

TIME  !  what  an  empty  vapor  'tis  I 
And  days  how  svvih  they  are  I 
Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  flies, 
Or  like  a  shooting  star. 

2  The  present  moments  just  appear, 
Then  slide  away  in  haste. 

That  we  can  never  say,  '•  They're  here  ; 
But  only  say,  "  They're  past." 

3  Our  life  is  ever  on  the  wing. 
And  death  is  ever  nigh  ! 

The  moment  when  our  lives  begin, 

We  all  begin  to  die. 
i  Yet,  mighty  God  !  our  fleeting  days 

Thy  lasting  favors  share  ; 
Yet,  with  the  boumies  of  thy  grace. 

Thou  load'st  the  rolling  year. 


Hymn  158.  161 

o  'Tis  sov'reign  mercy  finds  us  food. 

And  we  are  cloth'd  with  love  ; 
While  grace  stands  poiniing  out  the  road 

That  leads  our  souls  above. 
<i  His  goodness  runs  an  endless  round  : 

All  glory  to  the  Lord  ! 
His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound  ; 

And  be  his  name  ador'd  ! 
7  Thus  we  begin  the  lasting  song: 

And  when  we  close  our  eyes, 
Let  the  next  age  thy  praise  prolong 

Till  time  and  nature  dies. 


JUDGEMENT. 

HYMN  158.     S.  M. 

THOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead,. 
Before  whose  bar  severe, 
With  holy  joy,  or  guilty  dread,. 

We  all  shall  soon  appear; 

Our  caution'd  souls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day, 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care 

And  stir  us  up  to  pray  : 
5  To  pray  and  wait  the  hour. 

That  awful  hour  unknown. 


162  Hymn  159. 

Wlien  rob'd  in  majesty  and  power, 

Thou  shall  from  heaven  come  down. 

Th'  immortal  Son  of  man, 

To  judge  the  human  race, 
With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  train. 

With  all  thy  glorious  grace. 

3  To  damp  our  earthly  joys, 

T' increa.se  our  gracious  fears, 
For  ever  let  th'  archangel's  voice 

Be  sounding  in  our  ears, 

The  solemn  midnight  cry, 

"Ye  dead,  the  Judge  is  come! 
Arise,  and  meet  him  in  the  sky, 

And  meet  your  instant  doom  I" 

4  O  may  we  thus  be  found 
Obedient  to  thy  word, 

Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound. 

And  looking  for  our  Lord  ! 

O  may  we  all  insure 

A  lot  among  the  blest: 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 

Ao  everlasting  rest. 

HYMN  159.     C.  M. 

AND  must  I  be  to  judgement  brouglil 
And  answer  in  that  day, 
For  ev'ry  vain  and  idle  thought,. 
And  ev'ry  word  I  say? 


Hymn  160.  163 

2  Yes,  ev'ry  secret  of  my  heart 

Shall  shortly  be  made  known, 
And  I  receive  my  just  desert 

For  all  that  I  have  done. 
-3  How  careful,  then,  ought  I  to  live  ! 

With  what  religious  fear, 
Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 

For  my  behavior  here  ! 

4  Thou  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead. 
The  watchful  power  bestow  ; 

So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed. 
To  all  I  speak  or  do. 

5  If  now  thou  standest  at  the  door, 

0  let  me  feel  thee  near ! 

And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 

1  at  thy  bar  appear. 

HYMN  160.     CM. 

THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
Th' appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Jesus,  thou  source  of  all  my  joys^ 
Thou  ruler  of  my  heart, 

How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "  Depart !'' 

3  l^he  thunder  of  that  awful  word. 
Would  so  torment  mv  ear, 


164  Hymn  161. 

"Twould  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord. 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

'1  Wiiat,  to  be  banisli'd  from  my  Lord. 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ! 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 

And  death  for  ever  fly  ! 
5  O  wretched  state  of  deep  despair. 

To  see  my  God  remove. 
And  fix  my  doleful  station,  where 

I  must  not  taste  his  love ! 


SELECTION 
FROM  WATTS'   PSALMS. 


HYMN  161.     S.  M.         (Walts'  P.  O-' 

COME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sov'reign  God, 

The  universal  King. 
2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown; 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 


Hymn  162.  165 

'3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own ; 

He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 

Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice. 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  ears  refuse 
The  language  of  his  grace. 

And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  stubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race  : 

6  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  drest. 
Will  lift  his  hand  and  swear, 

"  You  that  despise  my  promis'd  rest, 
Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

HYMN  162.     CM.       (Watts' P.  118.) 

BEHOLD  the  sure  foundation  Stone 
Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon. 

And  his  eternal  praise. 
2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 

And  saints  adore  thy  name  ; 
They  trust  their  whole  salvation  here^ 

Nor  shall  they  suifer  shame. 
o  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest 
Keiect  it  with  disdain  ; 
JM 


166  Hymn  163. 

Firm  on  this  Rock  the  church  shall  rest, 

And  envy  rage  in  vain. 
1  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood 

Yet  must  this  building  rise; 
'Tis  thy  own  work.  Almighty  God, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

HYMN  163.     C.  M.        (Watts'  P.  63.) 
TO  ARLY.  my  God.  without  delay, 
Wli      I  h;'.ste  to  seek  thy  face  ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 

Without  tl)y  cheering  grace. 
■3  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand. 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stremn  at  hand. 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  seen  thy  giory  and  thy  power 
Through  all  thy  temple  shine  ; 

3Iy  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour. 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 
Can  please  my  soul  so  well, 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 

And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 
r>  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
(>v  raise  so  high  m\  cheerful  voice 

As  thy  forgiving  love. 


Hymn  164.  167 

0  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

HYMN  164.     CM.  (Watts' P.  69.) 

FATHER,  I  sing  thy  wondrous  grace,. 
I  bless  my  Saviour's  name, 
He  bought  salvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  sinner's  shame. 

2  His  deep  distress  hath  rais'd  us  high, 
His  duty  and  his  zeal 

Fulfil  I'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finish'd  all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  songs, 
Shall  better  please  my  God, 

Than  harp  or  trumpet's  solemn  sounds 
Than  goat's  or  bullock's  blood. 

4  This  shall  his  humble  foll'wers  see. 
And  set  their  hearts  at  rest; 

They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 

And  live  for  ever  blest. 
,5  Let  heaven,  and  all  that  dwell  on  high. 

To  God  their  voices  raise, 
While  lands  and  seas  assist  the  sky. 

And  join  t' advance  his  praise. 
G  Zion  is  thine,  m  st  holy  God, 

Thy  Son  shall  bless  her  gales ; 


168  Hymn  165. 

And  glory  pnrclias'd  by  his  blood 
For  thine  own  Israel  waits. 

HYMN  165.     C.  M.        (Watts'  P.  65.) 

GOOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heavenly  King 
Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  ; 
Visits  the  pastures  ev'ry  spring, 
And  bids  the  grass  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers  rais'd  on  high. 
Pour  out  at  his  command 

Their  wat'ry  blessings  from  the  sky, 
To  cheer  the  thirsty  land. 

3  The  soften'd  ridges'  of  the  field 
Permit  the  corn  to  spring; 

The  valleys  rich  provision  yield, 
And  the  poor  lab'rers  sing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  side 
Rejoice  at  tailing  sh<!vvers; 

The  meadows,  dress'd  in  beauteous  pride. 
Perfume  the  air  with  flowers. 

5  The  barren  clods,  refresh'd  with  rain, 
Promise  a  joyful  crop  ; 

The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raise  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodness  crowns, 
How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 

The  bleating  flocks  spread  o'er  the  downs. 
And  shepherds  shout  thy  praise. 


Hymn  166.  169 

HYMN  166.    L.  M.        (Watts'  P.  63.) 

g~^  REAT  God !  indulge  my  humble  claim ; 
%Jf  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God ; 

And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties; 

Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands. 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 

As  travelers,  in  thirsty  lands. 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 
Among  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face; 
Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  power  of  sov'reign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits,  nor  wines  that  tempt  our  taste, 
No  pleasures  that  to  sense  belong, 

Could  make  me  so  divinely  blest, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  simg. 

6  My  life  itself,  without  thy  love, 
No  taste  of  pleasure  could  afford ; 
'Twould  but  a  tiresome  burden  provC; 
If  I  were  banish'd  from  the  Lord. 

7  Amidst  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
When  busy  cares  afflict  my  head, 


170  Hymn  167. 

One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight. 
And  adds  refreshment  to  my  bed. 
8  I'll  lift  my  hand«).  I'll  raise  my  voice. 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

HYMN  167.     C.  M.        (Watts'  P.  116.} 

I  LOVE  the  Lord ;  he  heard  my  cries. 
And  pitied  ev'ry  groan  ; 
Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rise, 
I'll  hasten  to  his  throne. 

2  I  lov'd  the  Lord:  he  bow'd  his  ear, 
And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 

Oh  let  my  heart  no  more  despair 
When  I  have  breath  to  pray. 

3  My  flesh  declin'd,  my  spirits  fell, 
And  I  drew  near  the  dead. 

While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 
Perplex'd  wy  wakeful  head. 

4  "  My  God,"  I  cried,  "  thy  servant  save, 
Tho\i  ever  good  and  just; 

Thy  power  can  rescue  from  the  grave, 
Thy  power  is  all  my  trust." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  sore  distrest, 
He  bade  my  pains  remove ; 

Return,  my  soul,  to  God.  thy  rest, 
For  thou  hast  known  his  love. 


Hymn  168.  171 

6  My  God  hath  saved  my  soul  from  deatii. 

And  dried  mv  falling  tears; 
Now  to  his  praise  I'll  spend  my  breath, 

And  my  remaining  years. 

HYMN  168.     C.  M.       (Watts'  P.  122.) 
'OW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 


IMy  friends  devoirtly  say, 

In  Zion  let  us  all  appear 
And  keep  the  solemn  day. 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 

The  church,  adortfd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God 

To  show  his  milder  face 
'3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown. 

The  holy  tribes  repair; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne 

And  sits  in  judgement  there. 

4  He  hears  our  prai.ses  and  complaints; 
And,  while  his  awful  voice 

Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 
And  joy  a  constant  guest! 

With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest ! 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zinn  still, 
While  life  or  breath  remains; 


172  Hymn  169. 

There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigos. 

HYMN  169.     P.  M.      (Watts'  P.  14G.) 

I'LL  praise  my  3IaUer  with  my  breath, 
And  when  my  voico  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

Or  immortality  endures. 
'2  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust? 
Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  dust ; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flesh  and  blood  ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  power, 
And  thoughts  all  vanish  in  an  hour; 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promise  good. 
?t  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God:  he  made  the  sky. 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train: 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure; 
He  saves  th'oppress'd,  he  feeds  the  poor. 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 
\  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind; 

He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace! 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

And  grants  the  pris'nor  sweet  release. 


Hymn  170.  173 

5  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  \vell> 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns: 
Let  ev'ry  tongrue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage; 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 
G  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers: 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

HYMN  170.     C.  M.  (Watts  P.  78.) 

IT    ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
JtJ      Which  God  perform'd  of  old; 
\V  hich  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known ; 
His  works  of  power  and  grace  ; 

And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Through  ev'ry  rising  race. 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  tl».3m  to  our  sons, 
And  they  again  to  theirs, 

That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

t  Thus  shall  they  learn  in  God  alono 
Their  hope  securely  stands, 


174  Hymn  171. 

That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  practice  his  commands. 

HYMN  171.     S.M.  (Watts' 1^.55. 

LET  sinners  take  their  course, 
And  choose  tlie  road  to  death; 
But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 
I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  address  his  throne, 
When  morning  brings  the  hght; 

I  seek  his  blessing  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God  ! 

While  sinners  perish  in  surprise 

Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 
-4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 

And  no  sad  changes  feel. 
They  neither  fear,  nor  trust  thy  name. 

JNor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 
5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord; 
I'll  cast  my  burdens  on  his  arm. 

And  rest  upon  Ins  word. 
C  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 

The  children  of  his  love; 
The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stand? 

No  earthly  power  can  move. 


Hymn  172.  175 

HYMN  172.    L.  M.       (Watts'  P.  40.) 

THE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought, 
Exceed  our  praise,  surmount  our  tho't: 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail. 
My  speech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

2  No  blood  of  beasts  on  altars  spilt, 
Can  cleanse  the  souls  of  men  from  guilt ; 
But  thou  hast  set  before  our  eyes 

An  all-sufficient  sacrifice 

3  Lo  !  thine  eternal  Son  appears, 
To  thy  designs  he  bows  his  ears; 
Assumes  a  body  well  prepar'd. 
And  well  performs  a  work  so  hard. 

4  "Behold,  I  come,"  the  Saviour  cries^ 
With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes; 

"  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 
Of  sins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 
.5  "  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 
I  must  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part, 
And  lo!  thy  law  is  in  my  tieart. 

6  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 
And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 
When  on  ray  cross  I'm  lifted  high, 
Or  to  my  crown  above  the  sky. 

7  "  The  Spirit  shall  descend  and  show 
What  thou  hast  done,  and  what  I  do ; 


176  Hymn  173. 

The  wond'ring  world  shall  learn  thy  grace, 
And  all  creation  tune  thy  praise." 

HYMN  173.     P.  M.        (Watts'  P.  84.) 

LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are; 
To  thine  abode 
AJy  heart  aspires,  with  warm  desires, 
To  see  my  God. 

2  The  sparrow  for  her  young 
With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest, 

And  wand'rine  swallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  rest ; 
My  spirit  faints 
^Vith  equal  zeal,  to  rise  and  dwell, 
Among  thy  saints. 

3  O  happy  souls  that  pray, 
Where'God  appoints  to  hear  ; 

O  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there! 
They  ftraise  thee  still ; 
And  happy  they,  that  love  the  way, 
To  Zion's  hill. 

4  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 

Till  each  arrives  at  length. 
Till  each  in  heaven  appears ; 


Hymn  174.  177 

O  glorious  seat, 
When  God  our  King,  shall  thither  bring. 
Our  willing  feet ! 

PAUSE. 

5  To  spend  one  sacred  day 
Where  God  and  saints  abide. 

Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thousand  days  beside; 
Where  (lod  resorts, 
I  love  it  aiore,  to  keep  the  door, 
Than  shine  in  courts. 

6  God  is  our  sun  and  shield, 
Our  light  and  our  defence  : 

With  gifts  his  hands  are  fill'd; 
We  draw  our  blessings  thence: 
He  shall  bestow 
On  Jacob's  race,  peculiar  grace, 
And  glory  too. 

7  The  Lord  his  people  loves ; 
His  hand  no  good  withholds 

From  those  his  heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pious  souls: 
Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  hosts,  whose  spirit  trusts, 
Alone  in  thee. 

HYMN  174.     CM.       (Watts' P.  50.) 

THE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 
Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 


178  Hymn  175. 

The  nations  near  the  rising  sun, 

And  near  the  western  sky. 
9  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say. 

"  Judgement  will  ne'er  begin  ;" 
No  more  abuse  his  long  delay 

To  impudence  and  sin. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  shall  come',. 
Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 

Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heaven  from  above  his  call  shall  hear, 
Attending  angels  come, 

And  earth  and  hell  shall  know  and  fear 
His  justice  and  their  doom. 

5  "  But.gather  all  my  saints,"  he  cries, 
"  That  made  their  peace  with  God, 

By  the  Redeemer's  sacrifice. 

And  seal'd  it  with  his  blood. 
0  "  Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  tc 

Shall  make  the  world  confess  [light 

My  sentence  of  reward  is  right, 

And  heaven  adore  my  grace." 

HYMN  175.     L.  M.       (Watts'  P.  92.) 

LORD,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 
In  gardens  planted  by  thy  hand; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  seen, 
Like  a  young  cedar  fresh  and  green, 


Hymn  176.  1T9 

a  There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  love. 
Blest  with  thine  influence  from  above; 
Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees. 
Yields  such  a  comely  sight  as  these. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  shall  ever  live  ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  must  thrive;) 
Time,  that  doth  all  thinss  else  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourish  strong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age.  they  show 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just,  and  true; 
None  that  attend  his  gates  shall  find 

A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

HYMN  176.     CM.         (Watts' P.  7L) 

MY  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
When  I  begin  thy  praise. 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end. 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 
'3  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  ; 
And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 

I  speak  thy  glories  more. 
?>  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length, 

Of  the  celestial  road. 
And  march,  with  courage  in  thy  strength. 

To  see  my  Father,  God. 
4  When  I  am  fill'd  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 


180  Hymn  17T. 

I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness, 

And  mention  none  but  thine. 
5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vict'ries  Df  my  King; 
jMy  soul,  redeem'd  froai  sin  and  heli, 

Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 
G  My  tongue  shall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God. 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  shame 

And  sav'd  me  by  his  blood. 

7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers ! 

With  this  delightful  song 
I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 

Nor  think  the  season  long. 

HYMN  177.     L.  M.      (Watts'  P.  141.) 

l^ft'H'Y  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 

JTi   Like  morning  incense,  in  thine  house, 

And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise 

Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  sacrifice. 

S  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord. 

From  ev'ry  rash  and  heedless  word  ; 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 

The  guilty  path,  where  sinners  lead. 

rj  Oh  may  the  righteous,  when  I  stray, 

Smite  and  reprove  my  vvand'ring  way; 

Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  shed. 

Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head. 


Hymn  178.  181 

i  When  I  behold  them  prest  with  grief 
I'll  cry  to  heaven  for  their  rehef : 
And,  by  my  warm  petitions,  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

HYMN  178.     S.  M.        (Watts'  P.  103.  ^ 

MY  soul,  repeat  his  praise, 
Whose  mercies  are  so  great  ; 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  fise. 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide; 

And  when  his  strokes  are  felt. 
His  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes. 

And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 
•3.  High  as  the  heavens  are  rais'd 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  bis  grace 

Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  power  subdues  our  sins, 
And  his  forgiving  love. 

Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west. 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  those  that  fear  his  name, 
is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 
*3  He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 

-^caller'd  with  ev'ry  breath; 
N 


182  Hymn  179. 

His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 
Or  like  the  morning  flovvei'! 

If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field. 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

8  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 
To  endless  years  endure  ; 

And  children's  cliildren  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

HYMN  179.     S.  M.        (Watts'  P.  103. 

OH  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name. 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 

3  O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  nnihankfulness ; 

And  without  praises  die. 
'.^>  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins, 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
■Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses. 

And  niakes  thee  young  again. 

\  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love. 
When  ransom'd  from  the  grave; 

lie  that  redeem  d  my  soul  from  hell 
llatU  sov'reign  power  to  save. 


Hymn  180.  183 

5  lie  fills  the  poor  vvith  good  ; 
He  gives  the  siifF'rers  rest ; 

The  Lord  hath  judgements  for  the  proud. 
And  justice  for  th'  oppress'd. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Moses  known  ; 

BiU  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

HYMN  180.     CM.         (Watts' P.  51.) 

OGod  of  raercy,  hear  my  call, 
My  loads  of  guilt  remove, 
Break  down  this  separating  wall 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace,, 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 

And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

;>  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifer  slain, 

For  sin  could  e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 

Suflicient  and  alone. 

4-  A  soul  oppress'd  with  sin's  desert 

My  God  will  ne'er  despise  ; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart 

is  our  best  sacrifice. 


184  Hymk  181  e 

HYMN  181.    CM.         (Watts' P.  90 

OUR  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast. 
And  our  eternal  home  ! 

2  Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  throne 
Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure  ; 

Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  my  defence  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood; 
Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 

From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dusl 
"  Return,  ye  sons  of  men  ;" 

All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first. 

And  turn  to  earth  again. 
")  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  ev'ning  gone; 
;';hort  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 

Before  the  rising  dawn. 
f?  The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood.. 

With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
\re  carried  downwards  by  the  floods 

And  lost  in  foll'wing  years. 
7  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  streali) . 

Bears  all  its  isons  away ; 


Hymn  182.  185 

They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  tlie  op'uing  day. 

8  Like  flow'ry  fields  the  nations  stand, 
Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light; 

The  flowers  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  with'ring  ere  'tis  night. 

9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come. 

Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

HYMN  182.     L.  M.       (Watts'  P.  19.) 

THE   heavens  declare  thy  glory.    Lord, 
In  ev'ry  star  thy  goodness  shines; 
■But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word. 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess ; 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ, 

Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace, 
o  Sun,  moon  and  stars,  convey  thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand  '. 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race. 

It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  land. 
i  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  ; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 

That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 


186  Hymn  183. 

5  Great  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise, 
Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light; 

Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgenients  right. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  souls  renew'd  and  sins  forgiven; 

Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew. 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 

HYMN  183.     S.  iVr.         (Watts' p.  32.^ 

OH  blessed  souls  are  they 
Whose  sins  are  Cover'd  o'er; 
Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the- Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care: 

Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  fest'ring  wound. 

Till  I  confels'd  my  sins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  prav, 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne  : 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  distress. 
Is  found  ia  God  alone. 


Hymn  184.  187 

HYMN  184.    L.  M.      (Walts' P.  147.) 

F RAISE  ye  the  Lord:  'tis  good  to  raise 
Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise  : 
Hts  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerusalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  : 
His  mercy  melts  the  stubborn  soul. 
And  makes  the  broken  spirit  whole. 

3  He  form'd  the  stars,  those  heavenly  flames, 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names; 
His  sov'reign  wisdom  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd, 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might, 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  ; 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  just, 
And  treads  the  wicked  t-i  the  dust. 


5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  spreads  his  clouds  around  the  sky 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  descend  in  vain. 

G  He  makes  the  grass  the  hills  adorn. 
And  clothes  the  smiling  fields  with  corn 
The  beasts  with  food  his  hands  supply. 
And  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 


188  Hymn  185. 

7^  What  is  the  creature's  skill  or  force. 
The  vig'rous  man,  the  warlike  horse, 
The  sprightly  wit,  the  active  liinb? 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  hini, 
8  But  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight ; 
}Ie  views  his  children  with  delight: 
ile  sees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear. 
And  finds  and  loves  his  image  there. 

HYMN  1S5.     CM.         (Watts' P.  2: 

^^OON  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, 
^5  "  Ye  children  seek  my  grace/" 
My  heart  replied  without  delay, 

••  I'll  seek  my  Father's  face." 
1  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  toy  soul  away; 
(lod  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 

In  a  distressing  day. 
;j  Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and  dea 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  will  make  my  life  his  care, 

And  all  my  need  supply. 
4  My  fainting  flesh  had  died  with  grief. 

Had  not  my  soul  believ'd, 
to  see  thy  grace  provide  relief, 

Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 


Hymn  186.  189 

He'll  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  yuur  hope. 

HYMN  186.     S.  M.       (Watts' P.  118.) 

^EE  what  a  living  Slone 
^     The  builders  did  refuse  : 
Yet,  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
In  spite  of  enviuus  Jews. 

2  The  scribe  and  angry  priest 
Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 

Yet  on  this  Rock  shall  Zion  rest, 
As  the  chief  corner-stone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes  ; 

This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 
That  our  Redeemer  made  ; 

Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hosanna  to  the  King 
Of  David's  royal  blood: 

Bless  him.  ye  saints,  he  comes  to  bring 

Salvation  from  your  God. 
G  We  bless  thine  holy  word. 

Which  all  this  grace  displays  ; 
And  otfer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 

Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 


190  Hymn  187. 

HYMN  187.     L.  M.        (Watts'  P.  92.) 

^WEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
K^  To  praise  thy  name,  give  tFianks  and  sing. 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest; 
No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast : 
Oh  may  my  heart  in  rune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works  and  bless  his  word: 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shim 
How  deep  thy  counsels  !  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  : 
Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  ihy  breath 
Blasts  them  in  everlasting  death. 

5  But  1  shall  share  a  glorious  part. 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart. 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

G  Sin  (my  worst  enemy  before) 
Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more ; 
My  inward  foes  shall  all  be  slain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 
7  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
,\n  I  desir'd,  or  wish'd  below ; 


Hymn  188,  189.       191 

AQd  ev'ry  power  find  sweet,  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

HYMN  188.    CM.         (Walts' P.  98.) 

TO  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 
New  honors  be  address'd; 
His  great  salvation  shines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  blest. 

2  To  Abrah'm  first  he  spoke  the  word, 
And  taught  his  nurn'rous  race; 

The  Gentiles  own  him  sov'reiga  Lord, 
And  learn  to  trust  his  grace. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
With  all  her  difF'rent  tongues  ; 

And  spread  tiie  honor  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  songs. 

HYMN  189.     CM.        (Watts' P.  118.) 

THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 
And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 

To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread. 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 
To  David's  holy  Son ; 


192  Hymn  190. 

Help  us,  O  Lord ;  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  ihione. 

4  Blest  is  the  Lord  who  cornes  to  naen 
With  messages  of  grace ; 

Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 
The  church  on  earth  can  raise; 

The  I'.ighest  heavens,  in  which  he  reigns. 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

HYMN  190.     P.M.      (Watts' P.  121.) 

UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  my  aid ; 
The  God  that  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made: 
God  is  the  tower 
To  which  I  fly ;  his  grace  is  nigh 
In  ev'ry  hour. 
3  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 

And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  ray  fears : 
Those  wakeful  eyes 
That  never  sleep,  shall  Israel  keep. 
When  dangers  rise. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blasts  of  ev'ning  air. 


Hymn  191.  198 

Shall  take  my  lieallh  away, 
If  God  be  with  rne  there: 
Thou  art  my  sun, 
And  thou  my  shade,  to  guard  my  head. 
By  night  or  noon. 
4  Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word 
To  save  my  soul  from  death? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath: 
I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die,  till  from  on  high 
Tjiou  call  me  home. 

HYMN  191.     CM.      (Walts' P.  147.) 

WITH  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
Address  the  Lord  on  high ; 
Over  the  heavens  he  spreads  his  cloud, 

And  waters  veil  the  sky. 
•'^  He  sends  his  showers  of  blessings  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below; 
lie  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crowrij 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 
He  hears  the  ravens  cry  ; 

But  man,  who  tastes  his  finest  wheat^^ 
Should  raise  his  honors  high. 

4  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 
Of  the  declining  year , 


194  Hymn  192. 

lie  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race,- 
And  wintry  days  appear. 

5  His  ho:iry  frost,  his  fleecy  show, 
Descend  and  clothe  the  ground; 

The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When  from  his  dreadful  stores  on  high 
He  pours  the  sounding  hail, 

The  wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  sends  his  word,  and  melts  the  snow 
The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 

He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow. 

And  bids  the  spring  return. 
S  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud. 

Obey  his  mighty  word  ; 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

Praise  ye  the  sov'reign  Lord. 

HYMN  192.     S.  M.         (Watts' P.  25.) 

WHERE  shall  the  man  be  found, 
That  fears  t'  otTend  his  God, 
That  loves  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 
2  The  Lord  shall  make  him  know 

The  secrets  of  his  heart, 
The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  show^ 
And  ail  his  love  impart. 


Hymn  193.  195 

3  The  dealings  of  his  power 

Are  truth  and  mercy  still, 
With  such  as  keep  his  cov'nant  sure,, 

And  love  to  do  his  will. 

-1  Their  souls  shall  dwell  at  ease 

Before  their  j\Iaker"s  face, 
Their  seed  shall  taste  the^proinises 

In  their  extensive  grace. 


HYMN  193.     S.  M.  (Watts'  P.  61. 

"HEN  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 
My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helpless,  and  far  from  all  relief. 
To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  O  lead  me  to  the  rock 
That's  high  above  my  head, 

And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

3  Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 
For  ever  I'll  abide; 

Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence^ 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  tho  same. 


196      Hymn  194,  195. 

KYMN  194.     L.  M.       (Watts'  P.  89.) 

REMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 
How  frail  our  life,  how  short  our  date 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  disease,  secure  from  death  ? 
i2  Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  die.. 
Our  flesh  and  strength  repine  and  cr^', 
"Must  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign  ! 
Or  hast  thou  made  mankmd  in  vain  ? 

3  "  Where  is  thy  promise  to  the  just? 
Are  not  thy  servants  turn'd  to  dust!" 
But  faith  forbids  these  mournful  sighs,. 
And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away. 
And  clears  the  honoV  of  thy  word : 
Awake  !  our  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord. 

HYMN  195.     CM.      (Watts' P.  39.) 

TEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days. 
Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ; 
i  would  survey  life's  narrow  space. 

And  learn  how  frail  lam. 
3  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast- 

An  inch  or  two  of  time : 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 
f  n  all  his  flower  and  prime. 


Hymn  196.  19^ 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 
Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain  ; 

They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love, 
But  all  their  noise  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  show, 
Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 

They  toil  fur  heirs  they  know  not  who, 
And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 

5  What  should  I  wish  or  wait  for  then, 
From  creatures,  earth  and  dust? 

They  make  our  expectations  vain, 

And  disappoint  our  trust. 
C  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desires  recall ; 
I  give  my  mortal  int'rest  up, 

And  make  my  God  my  all. 


SELECTION 
FROM  WATTS'  HYMNS. 


HYMN  196.  C.  M.      (Watts'  H.  130,  b, 

ATTEND,  while  God's  exalted  Sou 
Doth  his  own  glories  show ; 
'  Behold,  I  sit  upon  my  throne^ 


o 


198  Hymn  197. 

2  "  Nature  and  sin  are  pass'd  away. 
And  the  old  Adam  dies  ; 

My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay ; 
See  the  new  world  arise  ! 

3  "  I'll  be  a  Sun  of  righteousness 
To  the  new  heavens  I  make ; 

None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace 
My  glories  shall  partake." 

4  Mighty  Redeemer !  set  me  free 
From  my  old  s'a\e  of  sin  ; 

O,  make  my  soul  alive  to  thee; 
Create  new  powers  within. 

5  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears. 
And  mould  my  heart  afresh; 

Give  me  new  passions,  joys  and  fears. 
And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 

6  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
From  sin,  and  earth,  and  hell ; 

In  the  new  world  that  grace  haih  made 
I  would  for  ever  dwell. 

HYMN  ]97.  L.  M.        (Watts'  H.  52,  a. 

5  rWl  WAS  the  commission  of  our  Lord, 

B        "  Go  teach  the  nations,  and  baptiz?. 
The  nations  have  receiv'd  the  word, 

Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 
2  He  sits  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 

With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 


Hymn  198.  199 

And  sends  his  cov'nant  with  the  seals, 
To  bless  the  distant  christian  lands. 

3  "Repent,  and  be  baptiz'd,"  he  saith, 
For  the  remission  of  your  sins  ;" 

And  thus  our  sense  assists  our  faith, 
And  shows  us  what  his  gospel  means. 

4  Our  souls  he  washes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 

And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
Descends  like  purifying  rain. 

5  Thus  we  engage  ourselves  to  thee. 
And  sea!  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord  : 

O  may  the  great  eternal  Three 
In  heaven  our  solemn  vows  record  ! 

HYMN  193.  C.  M.        (Watts'  H.  20,  a.) 

AWAKE,  my  heart,  arise  my  tongue, 
Prepare  a  tuneful  voice, 
In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys. 

Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 
"2  'Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  soul, 

And  made  salvation  mine; 
Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 

He  makes  his  graces  shine. 
3  And  lest  the  shadow  of  a  spot 
Should  on  my  soul  be  found, 
~e  took  the  robe  the  Sav 
And  cast  it  all  around. 


200  Hymn  199. 

4  How  far  the  heavenly  robe  exceeds 
What  earthly  princes  wear ! 

Those  ornaments,  how  briglit  they  shine  ' 
How  white  the  garments  are! 

5  The  Spirit  wrouglit  my  faith  and  love. 
And  hope,  and  ev'ry  grace; 

But  Jesus  spent  his  life  to  work 
The  robe  of  righteousness. 

6  Strangely,  my  soul,  art  thou  array "d 
By  the  great  sacred  Three  ! 

In  sweetest  harmony  of  praise 
Let  all  thy  powers  agree. 

HYMN  199.  C.  M.        (Watts'  H.  81,  b.) 

AND  now  the  scales  have  left  mine  eyes, 
Now  I  begin  to  see  : 
Oh,  the  curs'd  deeds  my  sins  have  done  I 
What  murd'rous  things  they  be! 

2  Were  these  the  traitors,  dearest  Lord, 
That  thy  tair  body  tore  ? 

Monsters,  that  stain'd  those  heavenly  liaibs 
With  floods  of  purple  gore  ! 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 
My  dearest  Lord  was  slain, 

When  justice  seiz'd  God's  only  Son, 
And  put  his  soul  to  pain  ? 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  Prince  of  peace 
I'll  wound  my  God  no  more  i 


Hymn  200.  201 

Hence  from  my  heart,  ye  sins,  be  gone, 

For  Jesus  I  adore. 
5  Furnish  me,  Lord,  with  heavenly  arms 

From  grace's  aiagnziiie, 
And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war 

With  ev'ry  darling  sin. 

HYMN  2U0.  S.  M.        (Watts'  H.  64,  a.) 

BEHOLD  what  wondrous  grace 
The  Father  has  hestow'd 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race. 

To  call  them  sons  of  God  ! 
'2  'Tis  no  surprising  thing, 

That  we  should  be  unknown  ; 
The  Jewish  world  kn^-w  not  their  King. 
God's  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made  ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  head. 

4  A  hope  so  much  divine 
May  trials  well  endure, 

May  purge  our  souU-  iVoin  •■ense  and  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 
I  share  a  filial  part, 

Send  down  thy  8[>irii    like  a  dove. 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 


202  Hymn  201. 

C  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne  : 

My  faith  shall  Abba.  Father,  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 


HYMN  201.  L.  M.        (Watts'  H.  97,  a.) 

BURIED  in  shadows  of  the  night. 
We  lie  till  Christ  restores  the  light ; 
Wisdom  descends  to  heal  the  blind. 
And  chase  the  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  Our  guilty  souls  are  drown'd  in  tears, 
Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  ; 

Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress, 

And  sing,  "  The  Lord  our  righteousness." 

3  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  sin  ; 
His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean; 
Such  virtues  from  liis  sufTrings  flow, 
At  once  to  cleanse  and  pardon  too. 

4  Jesus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
Binding  his  slaves  in  heavy  chains  ; 
He  sets  the  pris'ners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 

5  Poor  helpless  worms  in  thee  possess 
Grace,  wisdom,  power,  and  righteousness; 
Thou  art  our  mighty  all,  and  we 

Give  our  whole  selves,  O  Lordj  to  thee. 


Hymn  202,  203 

HYMN  202.  L.  M.        (Watts'  H.  102,  a.) 

BLESS'D  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty  ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 
2  Bless'd  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart; 
'i'he  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 
A  healing  halm  for  ail  their  woes. 

3  Bless'd  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war; 
God  will  sec  re  their  happy  state. 

And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

4  Bless'd  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness; 
They  shall  be  well  supplied  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

5  Bless'd  are  the  men  whose  bowels  move, 
And  niplt  with  sympathy  and  love  ; 

From  Christ  the  Lord  shall  they  obtain 

Jiike  sympathy  and  love  again. 

G  Bless'd  are  the  pure  whose  hearts  are  clean 

From  the  defiling  power  of  sm  ; 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 

A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

7  Bless'd  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life. 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife  : 


204  Hymn  203. 

They  shall  be  call'd  the  heirs  of  bliss,. 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

8  Bless'd  are  the  sutf'rers  who  partake 
Of  paia  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 

HYMN  203.  S.  M.  (Watts'  H.  30,  b.^ 

COME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 
Be  banish'd  from  this  place  : 

Religion  never  was  design'd 
To  make  our  pleasures  less, 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 
That  never  knew  our  God, 

But  fav'rites  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  The  God  that  rules  on  high 
And  thunders  when  he  please, 

That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 
And  manages  the  seas: 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours. 
Our  Father  and  our  love  ; 

He  shall  send  down  his  heavenly  powers 
To  carry  us  above. 


Hymn  204.  205 

43  There  shall  we  see  his  ftice, 

And  never,  never  sin  ; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  io. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rise 
To  that  immortal  state, 

The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  jays  create. 

8  The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below. 

Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

9  The  hill  of  Zion  yi-lds 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets. 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

10  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 

We're  marching  thro'  Imtnanuei's  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

HYMN  204.  C.  M.        (Watts'  H.  34,  b.) 

COME,  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick  ning  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  trifling  toys : 


206  Hymn  205. 

Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 

To  reach  eternal  joys. 
3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  song;?. 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise, 
Ilosannas  linguish  on  our  tongues, 

And  our  devotion  dies. 
•1  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 

And  thino  to  us  so  great? 

5  Come,  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
Witl)  all  thy  qnick'niiifr  powers. 

Come,  shed  abrond  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

HYMN  205.     L.  M.       (Watts'  H.  131,  a.) 

BEHOLD  how  sinners  disagree. 
The  P'lhlican  and  Pharisee  ! 
One  doth  his  righteousness  proclaim. 
The  other  owns  his  aaWt  and  shame. 

2  This  man  at  humble  distance  stands, 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  ; 
That  boldly  rises  near  the  throne. 
And  talks  of  duties  he  hath  done. 

3  Tlie  Lord  their  difFrent  language  knows, 
And  ditTrent  answers  he  bestows; 

The  humble  soul  with  grace  he  crowns, 
Whilst  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 


Hymn  206,  207,       207 

4  Dear  Father,  let  me  never  be 
Join'd  with  the  boasting  Pharisee  ; 
I  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 
But  plead  the  sufTrings  of  thy  Son. 

HYMN  206.  L.  M.      (Watts'  H.  137,  b.) 

BEHOLD,  the  blind  their  sight  receive  ! 
Behold,  the  dead  awake  and  live! 
The  dumb  speak  wonders,  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name. 
2  Thus  doth  th' eternal  Spirit  own 
And  seal  the  mi«sion  of  the  Son  ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  Ciiuse, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  tiie  cross. 

0  He  dies  !  the  heavens  in  mourning  stood  ; 
He  rises,  and  appears  a  God  !    . 

Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die. 
4  Hence  and  for  ever  from  my  heart, 

1  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 

And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign  '' 

Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 

HYMN  207.  C.  M.  (Watts'  H.  1,  a.) 

BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 
.'\midst  his  Father's  throne  ; 
Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name^ 
And  songs  before  unknown. 


208  Hymn  207. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 
The  church  adore  around, 

With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Those  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  saints. 
And  those  the  hymns  they  raise  ; 

Jesus  is  kind  to  our  eomplainis, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 

4  Eternal  Father,  who  shall  look 
Into  thy  secret  will  ? 

Who  but  the  Son  shall  take  that  book, 
And  open  ev'ry  seal  ? 

5  He  shall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees, 
The  Son  deserves  it  well  ; 

Lo  !  in  his  hand,  the  sov'reign  keys 

Of  heaven,  and  death,  and  hell  ! 
G  Now  to  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 

For  ever  on  thy  head. 
7  Thou  hast  redeem'd  our  souls  with  blood, 

Hast  set  the  pris'neis  free. 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 

And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 

3  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 

Are  put  beneath  thy  power: 
Then  shorten  tliese  delaying  days, 

And  bring  the  promis'd  hoar. 


Hymn  208,  209.       209 

ilYMN  208.  L.  M.        (Watts'  H.  23,  b.) 
ESCEND  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove, 
Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wing?, 
And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  mferior  things  : 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  sky, 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 

AVhere  solid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul. 

3  O  for  a  sight,  a  pleasmg  sight 
Of  our  almighty  father's  throne  ! 

There  sits  our  Saviour,  crown'd  with  light 
Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand. 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fail  j 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the  man, 

And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all  I 
.5  O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 

While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing, 
And  sit  on  ev'ry  heavenly  hill. 

And  spread  the  triumphs  of  their  King  I 
G  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 

That  I  shall  mount  to  dwell  above, 
And  stand  and  bow  amongst  them  there, 

And  view  thy  face,  and  sing,  and  love  ? 
HYMN  209.  C.  M.        (Watts'  H.  75,  b.) 

FROM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  risS; 
And  run  eternal  rounds; 


210  Hymn  210. 

Beyond  the  limits  of  the  skies. 

And  all  created  bounds. 
'3  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  soul 

Shall  death  itself  outbrave; 
Leave  dull  morta'ity  behind, 

And  fly  beyond  the  grave, 

3  There,  where  my  blessed  Jesus  reign? 
In  heaven's  unmeasured  space, 

I'll  spend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleasure  and  in  praise. 

4  Millions  of  years  my  vvond'ring  eyes 
Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove. 

And  endless  ages  I'll  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

5  Sweet  Jesus  !  ev'ry  smile  of  thine 
Shall  fresh  endearments  bring; 

And  thousand  tastes  of  new  delight 

From  all  thy  graces  spring. 
G  Haste,  my  beloved,  fetch  my  soul 

Up  to  thy  bless'd  abode! 
Fly,  for  my  spirit  longs  to  see 

My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

HYMN  210.  L.  M.       (Watts'  H.  123,  a.) 

BEHOLD  the  wretch  whose  last  and  wine 
Had  wasted  his  estate ; 
He  begs  a  share  amongst  the  swine; 
To  taste  the  husks  the^  eat. 


Hymn  211.  211 

2  "1  die  with  hunger  here,"  he  crie?, 
I  starve  in  foreign  lands ; 

My  father's  house  hath  large  supplies, 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

3  "  I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue, 
Fall  down  before  his  face  ; 

Father,  Fve  done  thy  justice  wrong, 
Nor  can  deserve  thy  gra.ce." 

4  He  said,  and  hasten'd  to  his  home, 
To  seek  his  father's  love  ; 

The  father  saw  the  rebel  come, 
And  all  his  bowels  move. 

5  He  ran,  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 
Embrac'd  and  kiss'd  his  son  ; 

The  rebel's  heart  with  sorrow  brake 

For  follies  he  had  done. 
G  "  Takeoff  his  clothes  of  shame  and  sin.' 

(The  father  gives  command,) 
Dress  him  in  garments  white  and  clean, 

With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 
7  "  A  day  of  feasting  I  ordain; 

Let  mirth  and  joy  abound; 
My  son  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 

Was  lost,  and  now  is  found." 

HYMN  211.  C.  M.  (Watts'  H.  6,  a.) 

OREAT  God,  I  own  thy  sentence  just; 
And  nature  must  decay ; 


212  Hymn  212. 

1  yield  my  body  to  the  dust, 

To  dwell  vviili  fellow  clay. 

2  Yet  faiil)  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 
And  trample  on  tiie  tombs; 

My  Jesus,  my  Redeemer  lives, 
My  God,  my  Saviour  comes. 

3  The  miighty  Conqu'ror  shall  appear, 
High  on  a  royal  seat, 

And  death,  the  last  of  all  his  foes. 
Lie  vanquish'd  at  his  feet. 

4  Though  greedy  worms  devour  my  skin. 
And  gnaw  my  wasting  Hesh, 

When  God  shall  build  my  bones  again.. 
He  clothes  them  all  afresh. 

5  Then  shall  I  see  thy  lovely  face 
With  strong  immortal  eyes, 

And  feast  upon  thine  unknown  grace, 
With  pleasure  and  surprise. 

HYMN  212.  C.  M.      (Watts'  H.  140,  b. 

GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 
Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 

How  bright  their  glories  be. 
2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  beloWp 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 
They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
Witb  sins,  and  doubtS;  and  fears. 


Hymn  213.  21i> 

3  I  ask  them,  whence  their  vict'ry  came? 
They,  with  united  breath, 

Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumpli,  to  his  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footsteps  that  he  trod 
(His  zeal  inspir'd  their  breast;) 

And  foil'wing  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  prorois'd  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 
For  his  own  pattern  given, 

While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 


HYMN  21 3.  L.  M.       (Watts'  H.  128,  a. 

reach  the  gospel,"  saith  the  Lor 
Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  r^ 


!       M~^  ^^  preach  the  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord 


ceive ; 
He  shall  be  sav'd  that  trusts  ray  word  : 
He  shall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe. 

2  "I'll  make  your  great  commission  known. 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 

By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

"  Go  heal  the  sick,  go  raise  the  dead. 

Go  cast  out  devils  in  my  name, 
jVor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 

Tho  'Greeks  reproach,  and  Jews  blapphemf 
P 


214  Hymn  214. 

4  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands; 
I'm  with  you  till  the  world  sliall  end; 

All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands, 
I  can  destroy,  and  can  defend." 

5  He  spake,  and  li^ht  shone  round  his  head 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode: 

They  to  the  furthest  nation  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

HYMN  214.  C.  M.      (Watts'  H.  128,  b.) 

BLESS'D  with  the  joys  of  innocence 
Adam,  our  Hither,  stood, 
Till  he  de  as'd  his  soul  to  sense, 

And  eat  th'unlawtni  food. 
2  Now  we  are  born  a  sensual  race, 

To  sinful  joys  inclin'd  ; 
Reason  has  lost  its  native  place, 

And  flesh  enslaves  the  mind. 
'^  While  flesh,  and  sense,  and  passion  reigns 

Sin  is  the  sweetest  eood  ; 
We  fancy  music  in  our  chains, 

And  so  forget  the  load. 
1  Great  God  !  renew  our  ruin'd  frame: 

Our  broken  powers  restore: 
Inspire  us  with  a  heavenly  flame ; 

And  flesh  shall  reign  no  more. 
■"»  Eternal  Spirit !  write  thy  law 

Upon  our  inward  parts. 


Hymn  215.  215 


And  let  the  second  Adam  draw 
His  image  on  our  hearts. 

HYMN  215.  L.  M.      (Watts'  H.  144,  b.) 
|^~^  flEAT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
\jf   When  the  divine  disciples  met: 
Wiiilsi  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  sat  hke  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

2  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave! 
And  power  to  kill,  and  power  to  save  ! 
Furnish'd  their  tongues  with  wondrous  words, 
Instead  of  shields,  and  spears,  and  swords. 

3  Thus  arm'd,  he  sent  the  champions  forth, 
From  east  to  west,  from  south  to  north : 

"  Go,  and  assert  your  Saviour's  cause  : 
Go,  spread  the  myst'ry  of  his  cross." 

4  These  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are, 
To  make  our  stubborn  passions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudest  rebel  low  ! 

5  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  these  heavenly  arms  subdued; 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  loss. 

And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  cross. 

C  Great  King  of  grace  !  my  heart  subdue ; 

I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 

A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 

And  sing  the  vict'ries  of  his  word. 


216       Hymx  216,  217. 

HYMN  216.  S.  M.        (Watts'  H.  10,  a. 

HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ; 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues. 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice! 
How  sweet  their  tidings  are! 

"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound. 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for. 
And  sought,  but  never  found. 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 
That  see  this  heavenly  light! 

Prophets  and  kings  desir'd  it  long. 

But  died  without  the  sight. 
G  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ, 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

C  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  ail  the  earth  abroad; 

Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

HYMN  217.  C.  M.        (Watts'  H.  16,  a. 

HOSANNA  to  the  royal  Son 
Of  David's  ancient  line  I 


Hymn  218.  217 

His  natures  two,  his  person  one, 
Mysterious  and  divine. 

2  The  root  of  David  here  we  find, 
And  offspring  is  the  same: 

Eternity  and  time  are  join'd 
In  our  Immanuel's  name. 

3  Bless'd  he  that  comes  to  wretched  men. 
With  peaceful  news  from  heaven  ! 

Hosannas  of  the  highest  strain 
To  Christ  the  Lord  be  given. 

4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refuse  to  take 
Th'  hosanna  on  their  tongues, 

Lest  rocks  and  stones  should  rise  and  break 
Their  silence  into  songs. 

HYMN  218.  C.  M.        (Watts'  H.  66,  b.) 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-with'ring  flowers; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 
Stand  dress'd  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 


218  Hymx\  219. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink 
To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 

And  linger,  shiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh!  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove 
Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 

And  see  the  Caiaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes: 

C  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood. 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  streams    nor  death's  cold  flood 

Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


HYMN  219.  C.  M.        (Watts'  H.  18,  a.) 

HEAR  what  tlie  voice  from  heaven  pro- 
For  all  the  pious  dead  !  [claims 

Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus    and  are  bless'd; 
How  kind  their  slumbers  are  I 

From  suff' rings  and  from  sins  releas'd,. 
And  freed  from  ev'ry  snare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife. 
They're  present  with  the  Lord; 

The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 


Hymn  220,  221.       219 

ilYMN  220.  C.  M.        (Walts'  H.  49.  a.) 

HOW  strong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God! 
Who  would  not  fear  thy  name? 
Jesus,  how  sweet  ihy  graces  are  ! 
Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb? 

2  He  has  dune  more  than  Closes  did, 
Our  Prophet  and  our  King: 

From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  souls; 
And  taught  our  lips  to  sing. 

3  In  the  Red  Sea,  by  Moses'  hand, 
Th'  Egyptian  host  was  drown'd: 

But  his  own  blood  hides  all  our  sins, 
And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 

4  When  through  the  desert  Israel  went, 
With  manna  they  were  fed  : 

Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  flesh, 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 

5  Moses  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
Yet  never  reach'd  the  place; 

But  Christ  shall  bring  his  followers  home, 

To  see  his  Father's  face. 
0  Then  will  our  love  and  joy  be  full, 

And  feel  a  warmer  flame, 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  22L  L.  M.       (Watts'  n.l34,  a.) 

HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 


:i:^0  Hymn  222, 

If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 
Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 
-J  Were  I  inspir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  or  hell ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove. 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 
8  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
Ur  give  my  body  to  the  flnme 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name: 
4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
He  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain: 
j\or  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fi'ry  zeai, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 

HYMN  222.  C.  M.      (Watts'  H.  103,  a. > 

f'M  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 
Or  to  defend  his  cause, 
i^Iaintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name  ' 
His  name  is  all  my  trust; 

Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands,. 
And  he  can  well  secure 

What  I've  committed  to  his  hands. 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 


Hymn  223.  221 

i  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

HYMN  223.  C.  M.        (Watts'  H.  38,  b.) 

HAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 
Where  love  inspires  the  breast: 
Love  is  the  brichtest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,  alas  !  'tis  all  in  vain. 
And  all  in  vain  our  fear; 

Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 
In  swift  obedience  move  ; 

The  devils  know,  and  tremble  too, 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings 
When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease; 

'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

5  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay^ 
Or  leave  this  dark  abode. 

The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  see  our  smiling  God. 


222       Hymn  224,  225. 

FIYMN  224.  C.  M.         (Watts'  11.76,  b.) 

MOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  Light, 
That  cloth'd  himself  in  clay; 
Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  ttie  king  of  dread. 
Since  our  Imtnanuel  rose; 

He  took  tlie  tyrant's  sting  away, 
And  spoil'd  our  hellish  foes. 

3  See  how  the  Conqu'ror  mounts  aloft, 
And  to  his  Father  flies, 

With  scars  of  honor  in  his  flesh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes, 

4  Tliere  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 
And  scatters  blessings  down  ; 

Our  Jesus  fills  the  middle  seat 
Of  the  celestial  throne. 

5  Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongue?.. 
To  reach  his  bless'd  abode; 

Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 

To  our  incarnate  God. 
G  Bright  angels,  strike  your  loudest  strings. 

Your  sweetest  voices  raise; 
Let  heaven  and  all  created  things 

Sound  our  Immanuel's  praise. 

HYMN  225.   S.  M.        (Watts'  H.  74,  b.  ■ 

IS  this  the  kind  return, 
And  these  the  thanks  we  owe  ? 


Hymn  226.  228 

Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ! 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 
Hath  sin  reduc'd  our  nnnd  ! 

What  strange  rebellious  wretches  we. 
And  God  as  strangely  kind. 

3  On  us  he  bids  the  sun 
Shed  his  reviving  rays; 

For  us  the  skies  their  circles  run, 
To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

4  The  brutes  obey  their  God, 
And  bow  their  necks  to  men; 

But  we  more  ba^e,  more  brutish  things. 
Reject  his  easy  reign. 

5  Turn,  turn  us.  mighty  God! 
And  mould  our  souls  afresh  ! 

Break,  sov'reign  grace,  these  hearts  of  stone, 

And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 
G  Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 

Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

HYMN  226.  C.  M.         (Watts'  H.  90,  b.) 

HOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is! 
Our  sin,  how  deep  it  stains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 


224  Hymn  227. 

3  But  there's  a  voice  of  sov'reign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  : 

"Ho!  ye  despMiriag  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord" 

3  My  soul  obeys  th'  Almighty  call. 
And  runs  to  this  relief; 

I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord; 
O,  help  my  unbelief 

4  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
Incarnate  God.  I  fly  ; 

Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

5  Stretch  out  tliine  arm,  victorious  King, 
My  reigning  sins  subdue  ; 

Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  seat, 

With  all  his  hellish  crew. 
G  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

On  thy  kind  arms  1  fall: 
13e  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 

My  Jesus,  and  my  all. 

IIYxMN  227.  C.  M.      (Watts'  H.  115,  a.) 

LORD,  how  secure  my  conscience  was. 
And  felt  no  inward  dread; 
I  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 

'I  My  hopes  of  heaven  were  firm  and  bright; 
But  since  the  precept  came 


Hymn  228.  225 

With  a  convincing  power  and  liglit, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  My  guilt  appear'd  but  small  before, 
Till  terribly  I  saw 

How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure. 
Was  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load. 
My  sins  reviv'd  again; 

I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  slain. 

5  I'm  like  a  helpless  captive  sold 
Under  the  power  of  sin  ; 

I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would, 
Nor  keep  my  conscience  clean. 

0  My  God.  I  cry  with  ev'ry  breath, 
For  some  kind  power  to  save. 

To  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 

HYMN  228.  C.  M.       (Watts'  H.  145,  a.) 

JESUS,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 
A  thousand  glories,  more 
Than  the  rich  gems  and  polish'd  gold 

The  sons  of  Aaron  wore. 
2  They  first  their  own  burnt-ofi''rings  brought. 

To  purge  theraselvei*  from  sin  ; 
Thy  life  was  pure  without  a  spot,. 
And  all  thy  nature  clean. 


226  Hymn  229. 

3  Fresh  blood,  as  constant  as  the  day. 
Was  on  their  altars  spilt; 

But  thy  one  off 'ring  tnkes  away 
For  ever  all  our  guilt. 

4  Their  priesthood  ran  through  sev'ral  hands. 
For  mortal  was  their  race  ; 

Thy  never-changing  office  stands 
Eternal  as  thy  days. 

5  Once  in  the  circuit  of  a  year 
With  blood,  but  not  his  own, 

Aaron  within  the  veil  appears 

Before  the  golden  throne, 
T)  But  Christ,  by  his  own  powerful  blood.. 

Ascends  above  the  skies. 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  God 

Shows  his  own  sacrifice. 
7  Jesus,  the  King  of  glory  reigns 

On  Zion's  heavenly  hill: 
Looks  like  a  lamb  that  has  been  slain, 

And  wears  his  priesthood  still. 

S  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 

Before  his  Father's  face; 
Give  him,  my  soul,  thy  cause  to  plead, 

Nor  doubt  the  Father's  grace. 

HYMN  229.  L.  M.        (Watts'  H.  16,  b.) 

10RD,  what  a  heaven  of  saving  grace 
A   Shines  through  the  beauties  of  thy  face. 


Hymn  280.  227 

And  lights  our  passions  to  a  flame  ! 
liord !  hovv  we  love  thy  charming  name  ! 

2  When  I  can  say  iny  God  is  mine, 
^Vhen  I  can  feel  thy  glories  shine, 

I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  that  earth  calls  good  or  great, 

3  While  such  a  scene  of  sacred  joys 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  souls  employs, 
Here  we  could  sit  and  gnze  away 

A  long  and  everlasting  day. 
1  Well,  we  shall  quickly  pass  the  night, 
To  the  fair  coasts  of  perfect  light; 
Then  shall  our  joyful  senses  rove 
O'er  the  dear  object  of  our  love. 

5  There  shall  we  diink  full  drafts  of  bliss, 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heavenly  trees! 
Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,   bestow 

A  drop  of  heaven  on  worms  below. 

6  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
While  we  pass  through  this  barren  land, 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  see 

A  glimpse  of  love,  a  glimpse  of  thee. 

HYMN  230.  C.  M.        (Watts'  H.  21,  a.) 

LO,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 
To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  pass'd  away, 


228  Hymn  231. 

2  From  the  third  heaven,  where  God  resides 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 

Adorn'd  with  shining  grace. 
'>  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing, 
'■•  Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 

Of  our  descending  King  ! 

4  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 
Removes  his  bless'd  abode; 

Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
And  he,  the  loving  God. 

5  "  His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 
From  ev'ry  weeping  eye; 

And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears,. 

And  death  itself  shall  die  " 
G  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 

And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

HYMN  231.  C.  M.        (Watts'  H.  19,  b.) 
"W    ET  others  boast  how  strong  they  be, 
SlJ     Nor  death,  nor  danger  fear; 
iJut  we'll  confess,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 
What  feeble  tilings  we  are. 

2  Fre?h  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand, 
And  flourish  bright  and  cay; 


Hymn  282.  229 

A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o'er  the  land, 

And  fades  the  grass  away. 
^>  Our  lite  contains  a  thousand  springs, 

And  dies  if  one  be  gone: 
Strange  !  that  a  harp  of  thousand  strings 

Should  keep  in  tune  so  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  supports  our  frame, 
The  God  that  built  us  first; 

Salvation  to  th'  Almighty  name 
That  rear'd  us  from  tlie  dust. 

5  He  spoke,  and  straight  our  hearts  and  brains 
In  all  their  motions  rose: 

"  Let  blood,"  said  he,  "  flow  round  the  veins," 
And  round  the  veins  it  flows. 

6  While  we  have  breath,  or  use  our  tongues 
Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 

His  Spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
Or  they  would  breathe  no  more. 

HYMN  232.  C.  M.        (Watts'  P.  5.) 

"H"    ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
M-A     My  voice  ascending  high; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 

To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 
2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 

Oor  songs  and  our  complaints, 

Q 


230  Hymn  233. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sigh* 
The  wicked  siiall  not  stand  ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 
To  taste  thy  mercies  there; 

I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  spirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteousness  ! 

Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  ray  face. 

PAUSE. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 
To  tempt  my  feet  astray  ; 

They  flatter  with  a  base  design 
To  make  my  soul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  crush  the  serpent  in  the  dust. 
And  all  his  plots  destroy; 

While  those  that  in  thy  mercy  trust 

For  ever  shout  for  joy. 
3  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 

Shall  see  their  hopes  fulfill'd  ; 
The  mighty  God  will  compass  them 

With  favor  as  a  shield. 
HYMN  -233.   S.  M.     (Watts' P.  90. 

LORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
Is  this  our  mortal  frame ! 


Hymn  234.  231 

Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  scarce  deserves  the  name  I 

2  Alas,  the  brittle  ••-lay 
That  built  our  body  first! 

And  ev'ry  month,  and  ev'ry  day^ 
'Tis  mould'rina  buck  to  dust. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 
Our  feeble  powers  decay, 

Swift  as  a  flood  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

4  Yet.  if  our  days  must  fly, 
We'll  keep  their  end  in  sight, 

We'll  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  way. 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  sooner  o'er 
This  life's  tempestuous  sea; 

Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

HYMN  234.  C.  M.        (Watts'  II.  31,  a.) 

WHENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts  a- 
And  Where's  our  courage  fl.ed?    [rise'? 
lias  restless  sin  and  raging  hell 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead? 
2  Have  we  forgot  th' Almighty  name 

That  form'd  the  earth  and  sea  ? 
And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
Grow  weary,  or  decay  ? 


232  Hymn  235. 

3  Treasures  of  everla^tiog  might 
In  our  Jehovah  dwell : 

He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  power  shall  fade  and  die^ 
And  youthl'ul  vigor  cease; 

But  we  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  strength  increase. 

5  The  saints  shall  mount  on  eagles'  wings. 
And  taste  the  promis'd  bliss, 

Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
Where  perfect  pleasure  is. 

HYMN  235.  L.  M.        (Watts'  H.  75,  a.) 

THE  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  know 
Why  [  should  love  my  Jesus  so  : 
•'  What  are  his  charms,"  say  they,  "above 
The  objects  of  a  mortal  love !" 

2  Yes,  my  Beloved  to  my  sight 
Shows  a  sweet  mixture,  red  and  white,: 
All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 

In  my  Beloved  meet  and  shine. 

3  W^hite  is  his  soul,  from  blemish  free. 
Red  with  the  blood  he  shed  for  me; 
The  fairest  of  ten  thousand  fairs, 

A  sun  amongst  ten  thousand  stars. 

4  His  head  the  finest  gold  excels; 
There  wisdom  in  perfection  dwejjjs; 


Hymn  235.  233 

And  glory,  like  a  crown,  adorns 
Those  temples  oaee  beset  with  thorns. 

5  Compassions  in  his  heart  are  found, 
Near  to  the  signals  of  his  wound: 
His  sacred  side  no  more  shall  bear 
Tiie  cruel  scourge,  the  piercing  spear. 

6  His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
Than  diamonds  set  in  rings  of  gold; 
Those  heaven lyvhands,  that  on  the  tree 
Were  nail'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me. 

7  Though  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees, 
Loaded  with  sins  and  agonies, 

Now,  on  the  throne  of  his  command; 
His  legs,  like  marble  pillars,  stand. 

8  His  eyes  are  majesty  and  love, 
The  eagle  temper'd  with  the  dove; 
No  more  shall  trickling  sorrows  roll 
Through  those  dear  windows  of  his  soul. 

9  His  mouth,  that  pour'd  (»ut  long  complaints. 
Now  smiles,  and  cheers  his  fainting  saints; 
His  countenance  more  graceful  is 

Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 

10  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord, 
Must  be  belov'd.  and  yet  ador'd; 
His  worth  if  all  the  nations  knew, 

Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too. 


234       Hymn  236,  237. 

HYMN  236.  C.  M.        (Watts'  H.  55,  a.) 

WHEN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  distress. 
Our  God  deserves  a  song: 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praise 
From  Hezekiah's  tongue, 

2  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 
Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 

If  he  who  holds  the  key  of  death 
Commands  them  fast  again. 

3  Pains  of  the  flesh  are  wont  t'  abuse 
Our  minds  with  slavish  fears; 

<'  Our  days  are  past,  and  we  shall  lose 
The  remnant  of  our  years." 

4  We  chatter  with  a  swallow's  voice, 
Or  like  a  dove  we  mourn, 

With  bitterness  instead  of  joys, 
Afflicted  and  forlorn. 

5  Jehovah  speaks  the  healing  word, 
And  no  disease  withstands  ; 

Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 

And  fly  at  his  commands. 
G  If  half  the  strings  of  life  should  break. 

He  can  our  frame  restore : 
He  casts  our  sins  behind  his  back, 

And  they  are  found  no  more. 

HYMN  237.  L.  M.        (Watts'  H.  87,  a. 

THUS  saith  the  high  and  lofty  One, 
"I  sit  upon  my  holy  throne ; 


Hymn  238.  235 

My  name  is  God  ;  I  dwell  on  high  ; 
Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 

2  "  But  I  descend  to  worlds  below  ; 
On  earth  I  have  a  mansion  too ; 
The  humble  spirit  and  contrite 

Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

3  "  The  humble  soul  my  words  revive, 
I  bid  the  mourning  sinner  live: 

Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  1  find, 
And  ease  the  sorrows  of  the  mind. 

4  "  When  I  contend  against  their  sin, 

I  make  them  know  how  vile  they've  been; 
But  should  my  wra!!;  for  ever  smoke, 
Their  souls  would  sink  beneatli  my  stroke." 

5  O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 
Lest  we  should  faint,  despair,  and  die  ! 
Thus  shall  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  method  of  thy  chast'ning  love. 

HYxMN  238.  L.  M.      (Walts'  H.  101,  a.; 

WHO  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 
Thro'  all  the  courts  of  Paradise, 
To  see  a  prodigal  return, 

To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 
2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 

The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 
The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  sees 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies, 


•236  Hymn  239, 

o  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  Soul  he  form'd  anew  ; 

And  saints  and  aufjels  join  to  sin^ 
The  growing  empire  of  their  Kiog. 

HYMN  239.  C.  M.      (Watts'  H.  125,  £ 

"M^riTH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

V  ¥       Of  our  High  Priest  above; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 

He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean. 
For  he  has  felt  the  same 

3  But  spotless,  innocent,  and  pure.. 
The  gteat  Redeemer  stood, 

While  Satan's  fi'ry  darts  he  borC; 
And  did  resist  to  blood. 

4  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh 
Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 

And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 

5  He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  fla.\:. 
But  raise  it  to  a  flame  ; 

The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

0  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 
His  mercy  and  his  power : 


Hymn  240.  237 

We  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
la  the  distressing  hour. 

HYMN  240.  C.  M.  (Watts'  H.  7,  a.) 

'W    ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 
B  A     And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls. 
That  feed  upon  the  wind, 

And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepar'd 
A  soul-reviving  feast. 

And  bids  your  longing  appetites, 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 
And  pine  away  and  die. 

Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst, 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here, 
In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 

Salvation  in  abundance  flows. 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  Ye  perishing  and  naked  poor, 
Who  work  with  mighty  pain, 

To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own. 
That  will  not  hide  your  sin  5 


238  Hymn  241. 

7  Come  naked,  and  adorn  your  souls 
In  robes  prepar'd  by  God  ; 

Wrought  by  the  labors  of  his  Son, 
And  dy'd  in  his  own  blood. 

8  Dear  Gud  !  the  treasures  of  thy  love 
Are  everlasting  mines. 

Deep  as  our  helpl^'ss  mis'ries  are, 
And  boundless  as  our  sins  ! 

9  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 
Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 

Lord,   we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

HYMN  241.   C.  M.        (Watts'  H.  19,  a.) 

LORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
As  happy  Simeon  came. 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here  ; 
O  make  our  joys  the  same ! 

2  With  what  divine  and  vast  delight 
The  good  old  man  was  fiU'd, 

When  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms 
Heclasp'd  the  Holy  Child! 

3  '•  Now  I  can  leave  this  world,"  he  cried, 
'•  Behold  thy  servant  dies; 

I've  seen  thy  great  salvation,  Lord, 
And  close  my  peaceful  eyes. 

4  "  This  is  the  light  prepar'd  to  shine 
Upon  the  Gentile  lands  ; 


Hymn  242.  239 

Thine  Israel's  glory  and  their  hope, 

To  break  iheir  slavish  bands." 
5  Jesus!  the  vision  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpou(?nng  charms! 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 

If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 
C  Then,  while  ye  hear  my  heart-strings  break. 

How  sweet  my  minutes  roll  I 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheet. 

And  glory  in  my  soul.  - 

HYIVIN  242.  CM.        (Watts'  H.  94,  b.) 

MY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love. 
My  everlasting  all, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 
And  this  inferior  clod  ! 

There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  Ciod. 

3  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  sun, 
Scatters  his  feeble  light: 

'Tis  thy  sweet  beams  create  my  noon ; 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And  while  upon  my  restless  bed. 
Among  the  shades  I  roll, 

If  my  Redeemer  show  his  head^ 
'Tis  morning  with  my  souL 


240  Hymn  243. 

5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends. 
And  health  and  safe  abode  : 

Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glilt'ring  wealth, 
If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ? 

Or  what's  my  safety  or  my  health. 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 

7  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 
And  call'd  the  stars  my  own, 

Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

8  Let  others  stretch  tlieir  arms  like  seas. 
And  grasp  in  all  the  siiore  ; 

Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

HYMN  243.   L.  M.        (Watts' H.  81,  a.) 

MY  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 
Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  ev'ning  new  ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 

Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 
3  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours; 
Thy  sov'reign  word  restores  the  light, 

And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers 
3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command. 

To  thee  1  consecrate  my  days ; 


Hymn  244.  241 

Perpetual  blessings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

HYMN:  244.   S.  M.       (Watts'  H.  93,  b.) 

MY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
To  thee,  to  thee  1  call ; 
1  cannot  live  if  thou  remove. 

For  thou  art  all  in  all. 
'2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
■  Tis  paradise  when  thou  art  here  : 

If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 
;j  The  smilings  of  thy  face, 

How  amiable  they  are  ! 
"Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace, 

And  no  where  else  but  there. 
4  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss; 
They  sit  around  ihy  gracious  thron?. 

And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 
.5  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place. 
If  God  his  residence  remove, 

Or  but  conceal  his  face. 
%  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  eky, 

Can  one  delight  afford ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
Withoat  tihy  presence.  Lord; 


'242  Hymn  245. 

7  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 
Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 

The  circle  where  my  [)assions  move. 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 

3  To  thee  my  spirits  fly 

With  infinite  desire ; 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie  ; 

Dear  Jesus,  raise  me  higher. 

HYMN  245.  L.  M.      (Watts'  H.  139,  b.) 

MY  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal- 
Such  def'rence  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 
I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

o  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witness'd  the  fervo?  of  thy  prayer; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vict'ry  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern;    make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here ! 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  Rams' 
Amongst  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


Hymn  246,  247.       243 

HYMN  246.   S.  M.     (Watts'  H.  108,  a.i? 

I^OT  with  our  mortal  eyes 
±yt      Have  we  beheld  the  Lord, 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 
And  love  him  in  his  word. 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 
Of  our  Redeemer's  face. 

Yet,  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

3  And  when  we  taste  thy  love, 
Our  joys  divinely  grow 

Unspeakable,  like  those  above, 
And  heaven  begins  below. 

HYMN  247.  C.  M.      (Watts'  H.  105,  a.) 

"j^OR  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 
1^      Nor  sense,  nor  reason  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepar'd 
For  those  that  love  the  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Reveals  a  heaven  to  come ; 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 
Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 
And  all  the  region  peace ; 

No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 


244       Hymn  248,  249. 

4  Those  holy  gales  for  ever  bar 
Pollution,  sin.  and  shame; 

None  shall  obtain  admittance  there, 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

5  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 
There  all  their  names  are  found  ; 

The  hypocrite  in  vain  shall  strive 
To  tread  the  heavenly  ground. 

HYMN  248.  L.  M.        (Watts'  H.  93,  a.) 

THUS  saith  the  wisdom  of  the  Lord, 
"  Bless'd  is  the  man  that  hears  my  word : 
Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates. 
And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits. 

2  "  The  soul  that  seeks  me,  shall  obtain 
Immortal  wealth  and  heavenly  gain  ; 
Immortal  life  is  his  reward. 

Life,  and  the  favor  of  the  Lord. 

3  "  But  the  vile  wretch  that  flies  from  me 
Doth  his  own  soul  an  injury  ; 

Fools,  that  against  my  grace  rebel, 
.Seek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  hell." 

HYMN  249.  C.  M.       (Watts'  H.  17,  a.) 

OFOR  an  overcoming  faith, 
To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monster,  deatb- 
And  all  bis  frightful  powers ! 


Hymn  250.  245 

•i  Joyful  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 

My  quiv'ring  lips  should  sing, 
"Where  is  thy  boasted  vicl'ry,  grave? 

And  where  the  monster's  sting?" 

3  If  sin  be  pardon'd.  I'm  secure; 
Death  hath  no  stmg  beside  ; 

The  law  gives  sin  its  damning  power; 
But  Christ,  my  ransom,  died. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory, 
Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 

Who  makes  us  conqa'rors  while  we  die, 
Through  Christ  our  living  head. 

HYMN  250.  C.  M.        (Watts'  H.  25,  h.) 

MY  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so? 
Awake,  aiy  sluggish  soul ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 

2  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain 
Labor,  and  tug,  and  strive  ; 

Yet  we,  who  have  a  heaven  t'obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands. 
And  stars  their  courses  move  ; 

We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above : 

4  We,  for  whose  sake  the  Lord  came  down , 
And  labor'd  for  our  good, 

R 


246  Hymn  251. 

How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchas'd  with  his  hlood  ! 

5  Lord,  shall  we  lie  so  sluggish  still, 
And  never  act  our  pirts? 

Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th' heavenly  hill. 
And  sit  and  warm  our  hearts. 

6  Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move, 
Upward  our  sauls  shall  rise  ; 

With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

HYWN  251.     C.  M.      (Watts'  H.  140,  a. ) 
'ISTAKEN  souls!  that  dream  of  heaven, 

And  make  their  empty  boast 

{J{  inward  joys,  and  sins  forgiven, 

While  they  are  slaves  to  lust. 
2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 
None  but  a  living  power  unites 

To  Christ,  the  living  head. 
5  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart,; 

'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love. 
That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 

And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 
4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  heU 

By  a  celestial  power  ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail 

In  the  decisive  hour. 


Hymn  252.  247 

o  Faith  must  obey  her  Father's  will, 

As  well  as  trust  his  er;ice  ; 
A  pard'ning  God  is  jealous  still, 

For  his  own  holiness. 
G  When  from  the  curse  he  sets  us  free, 

He  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Nor  would  he  send  his  Son  to  be 

The  minister  of  sin. 
7  His  Spirit  purifies  our  frame. 

And  seals  our  peace  with  God  ; 
Jesus  and  his  salvation  came 

By  water  and  by  blood. 

HYMN  252.  C.  M.        f  VYatts'  H.  01,  b.) 

^r\  THE  delights,  the  heavenly  joys, 
^_P     The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  sheds  the  brightest  beams 
Of  his  o'erflowing  grace. 

2  Sweet  majesty  and  avvful  love 
Sit  smiling  on  his  brow, 

And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above 
At  humble  distance  low. 

3  Princes  to  his  imperial  name 
Bend  their  bright  sceptres  down  : 

Dominions,  thrones,  and  powers  rejoice 
To  see  him  wear  the  crown. 

4  Archanfrels  sound  his  lofty  praise 
Through  ev'ry  hoavenly  street,. 


248  Hymn  253. 

And  lay  tlieir  highfsr  honors  down 

Submissive  at  his  ("eet. 
5  Those  soft,  those  blessed  feet  of  hl?r 

That  once  rude  iron  tore, 
High  on  a  lorone  of  light  they  stand. 

And  all  the  saints  adore. 
G  Ilis  head,  the  dear  majestic  head 

That  cruel  thorns  did  wound, 
See  what  irnincrtal  glories  shine, 

And  circle  it  around  ! 

7  This  is  the  Man,  ih' exalted  Man, 
Whom  we  unseen  adore  ; 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 
Our  hearts  shall  love  him  more. 

8  Lord,  liow  our  souls  are  all  on  fire 
To  see  thy  biess'd  abode  ; 

Our  tongues  rejoicn  in  tunes  of  praise 

To  our  incarnaie  God  ! 
S)  And  whilst  our  faith  enjoys  this  sight. 

We  long  to  leave  our  clay, 
And  wish  thy  fi'ry  chariots,  Lord, 

To  fetch  our  souls  away. 

HYMN  253.  S.  M.        (Watts'  H.  80,  b. ) 

OH  !  the  almighty  Lord  ! 
How  matchless  is  his  power  ! 
Tremble,  O  earth,  beneath  his  word^ 
And  all  the  heavens  adore. 


Hymn  254.  249 

*3  Let  proud  imperious  kings 

Bow  low  before  his  throne  ! 
Crouch  to  his  feet,  ye  hauijhty  things 

Or  he  shall  tread  you  down. 

3  Above  the  skies  he  reigns, 
And  with  amazing  blows, 

lie  deals  insufferable  pains 
On  his  rebellious  foes. 

4  Yet,  everlasting  God  ! 

We  love  to  spe;ik  thy  praise  ; 
Thy  sceptre's  equal  to  thy  rod, 
The  sceptre  of  thy  grace. 

5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 
Defend  our  Z\ou  well, 

And  heavenly  mercy  walls  us  round 
From  Babylon  and  hell. 

6  Salvation  to  the  King 
That  sits  enthron'd  above  : 

Thus  we  adore  the  God  of  might, 
And  bless  the  God  of  love. 

HYMN  254.  C.  M.        (Watts'  H.  54,  b.) 

MY  God !  the  sprina  of  all  my  joys, 
The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights! 

"3  In  darkest  shades,  if  he  appear, 
My  dawning  is  begun  ! 


250  Hymn  255. 

He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star, 
And  he  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  op'nine  heavens  around  me  shine 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 

While  Jesus  shuws  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers.  '  I  am  his  !' 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  transporting  word, 

Run  up  with  joy  the  sliining  way 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 
I'd  break  through  ev'iy  foe  ; 

The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqu'rorthrough. 

HYMN  25.5.  CM.        (Watts'  H.  79,  b.) 

FLUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimni'ring  day, 

2  With  piiying  eyes  the  Prince  of  Grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and,  O  amazing  love  ! 

He  ran  to  our  relief 
>J  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled. 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  moital  flesh, 

And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 


HvMN  256.  251 

I  He  spoil '<J  the  powers  of  darkness  thus, 

And  brake  our  iron  chains  ; 
Je?us  hath  fre-d  our  captive  souls 

From  everlaslin^r  pains. 
5  In  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  hell 

His  ciir?:od  projects  tries  ; 
We  that  were  doorn'd  his  endless  slaves, 

Are  rais'd  above  the  skies. 
«i  O  !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  l)reak. 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 

The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

7  Yes,  we  will  praise  thtte,  dearesi  Lord  ! 
Our  souls  are  all  on  flame  ; 

llosanna  round  the  spacious  earth 
To  thine  adored  name. 

8  Angels  !  assist  our  mig'ily  j03'S, 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 

Ijut  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

HYMN  256.  S.  M.      (Watts'  H.  104,  b.) 
AISE  your  triun)phanf  songs 
^^,^     To  an  immortal  tune. 
Let  the  wide  eartli  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 
Sing  how  eternal  love 
Its  chief  Beloved  chose. 


252  Hymn  257. 

And  bid  him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
No  terror  clothes  his  brow, 

No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 
And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 

When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears, 
Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease  ; 

Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 

And  take  the  offer'd  peace. 
G  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call  ; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought. 

And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 

HYMN  257.   S.  M.        (Watts'  H.  92,  a.) 
^3  HALL  wisdom  cry  aloud, 
^^     And  not  her  speech  be  heard? 
The  voice  of  God's  eternal  word. 

Deserves  it  no  regard  ? 
2  "  I  was  his  chief  delight, 

His  everlasting  Son, 
Before  the  first  of  all  his  works. 

Creation,  was  begun. 


Hymn  258.  25B 

3  "  Before  the  flying  clouds, 
Before  the  solid  land, 

Before  the  fields,  before  the  floods, 
I  dwelt  at  his  right  hand. 

4  "  When  he  adorii'd  the  skies 
And  built  them.  I  was  there, 

To  order  when  the  sun  should  rise, 
And  marshal  ev'ry  star. 

5  "  When  he  pour'd  out  the  sea, 
And  spread  the  flowing  deep  ; 

I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree, 

In  its  own  bounds  lo  keep. 
C  "  Upon  the  empty  air 

The  earth  was  balanc'd  well: 
With  joy  I  saw  the  mnnsion  where 

The  sons  of  men  should  dwell. 
7  "  3Iy  busy  thoughts  at  first 

On  their  salvaiion  ran, 
Ere  sin  was  born,  or  Adam's  dust 

Was  fashion'd  to  a  man. 
3  "Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 

Ye  children,  and  be  wise; 
Happy  the  man  that  keeps  my  ways, 

The  man  that  shuns  them  dies." 

HYMN  258.  S.  M.       (Watts'  H.  106,  a.) 


S 


HALL  we  go  on  to  sin, 
Because  thy  grace  abounds, 


254  Hymn  259. 

Or  crncify  the  Lord  again, 

And  open  all  his  wounds? 
2  Forbid  it.  miirhty  God  ! 

Nor  let  it  e'er  be  said, 
That  we.  whose  sins  are  crucified, 

Should  raise  ihein  from  the  dead. 
I>  We  will  be  slaves  no  more, 

Since  Christ  hath  made  us  free  ; 
Has  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  his  cross. 

And  bought  our  liberty. 

IIY-^IN  259.  L.  M.       (Watts'  H.  129,  a.) 
^^  AINTS,  at  your  heavenly  Father's  word- 
J^   Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord  ; 
He  shall  restore  what  you  resign, 
Or  grant  you  blessings  more  divine. 

2  So  Abrah'm,  with  obedient  hand. 
Led  forth  his  son  at  God's  command: 
The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife,   he  took, 
His  arm  prepar'd  the  dreadful  stroke. 

3  "  Abrah'm,  forbear,"  the  angel  cried: 
"  Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  tried  : 
Thy  son  shall  live,  and  in  thy  seed 
Shall  the  whole  earth  be  bless'd  indeed.* 

4  Just  in  the  last  distressing  hour, 
The  Lord  displays  deliv'ring  power; 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place 
Where  we  shall  see  surprising  grace. 


Hymn  260,  261.       255 

HYMN  260.  L.  M.        (VVaMs'  H.  132,  a.) 

<^0  Let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
K^   The  holy  gospel  we  profess ; 
JSo  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God  : 
When  the  salvation  reigns  within. 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied. 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride; 

While  justice,  temp'rance,  truth,  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
^Vhile  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

HYMN  26L  C.  M.        (Watts'  H.  62,  b.) 

^^ING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  hosts, 
^^     And  thou,  O  earth,  adore; 
Let  death  and  hell,  through  all  their  coast.s, 
Stand  trembling  at  his  power. 

3  His  sounding  chariot  shakes  the  sky; 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne; 
There  all  his  stores  of  lightning  lie, 

Till  vengeance  darts  thern  down. 


256  Hymn  262. 

3  His  nostrils  breathe  out  fi'ry  streams. 
And  from  his  awful  tongue 

A  sov'reign  voice  divides  the  flames, 
And  thunder  roars  along. 

4  Think.  O  my  soul,  the  dreadful  day, 
When  this  incensed  God 

Shall  rend  the  sky,  and  burn  the  sea, 
And  fling  iiis  wrath  abroad. 

5  What  shall  the  wretch,  the  sinner  do? 
He  once  defied  the  Lord  ! 

But  he  shall  dread  the  Thund'rer  now, 
And  sink  beneath  his  word. 

6  Tempests  of  angry  fire  shall  roll, 
To  blast  the  rebel  worm, 

And  beat  upon  his  naked  soul 
In  one  eternal  storm. 

HYMN  262.  C.  M.        (Watts'  H.8S.  b.) 
^ALVATION  !  O  the  joyful  sound!  ' 
y^     'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  sov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound.. 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

3  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay; 
But  we  arise  by  irrace  divine 

To  see  a  heavenly  day. 
3  Salvation!  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 


Hymn  263,  264.      257 

W^hile  all  the  armies  ol'  the  sky- 
Conspire  to  raise  the  souad. 

HYMN  263.  L.  M.       (Watts'  H.  136,  b.) 
HE  King  of  glory  sends  his  Son 
To  make  his  entruiice  on  this  earth  ; 
Behold  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
And  heavenly  hosts  declare  his  birth. 

2  About  the  young  Redeemer's  head 
What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet  1 

An  unknown  star  arose,  and  led 
The  eastern  sages  to  his  feet. 

3  Simeon  and  Anna  both  conspire 
The  infant  Saviour  to  proclaim  ; 

Inward  they  felt  the  sacred  fire, 

And  bless'd  the  Babe,  and  own'd  his  name. 

4  Let  Jews  and  Greeks  blaspheme  aloud, 
And  treat  the  holy  child  with  scorn; 

Our  souls  adore  th'  eternal  God, 
Who  condescended  to  be  born. 

HYMN  264.  L.  M.       (Watts'  H.  138,  b. ) 

THIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love. 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above  ; 
Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 
2  This  remedy  did  wisdom  find. 
To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind  ; 


258  Hymn  265. 

This  sov'reign  balm,  whose  virtues  cau 
Restore  iho  ruin'd  creature,  man. 

3  The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live; 

Dry  bones  are  rai.>*'d  aad  cloth'd  afresh. 
And  hearts  of  st.)np  aie  turn'd  to  flesh. 

4  Where  Satan  roisti'd  in  shades  of  night, 
The  gospel  strikes  a  heavenly  light; 
Oar  lusts  its  wondrous  power  controls, 
And  calms  the  ragp  of  angry  souls. 

5  Lions  and  beasts  oT  savage  name 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  Imnb; 

While  the  widr  world  esteems  it  strange. 
Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change. 

6  May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew, 
Let  sinners  gaze,  and  hate  me  too ; 
The  word  that  saves  me  does  engage 
A  sure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 

HYMN  265.  L.  M.  (Watts'  H.  76,  a.) 

HEiN  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell 


w 


^Vhere  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know. 
That  they  may  seek  and  love  him  too. 
2  My  best  Beloved  keeps  his  throne 
On  hills  of  light,  in  worlds  unknown: 
But  he  descends,  and  shows  his  face 
In  the  young  girdens  of  his  grace. 


Hymn  266.  250 

"')  In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
Where  fruitfui  trees  in  order  stand, 
ile  feeds  among  tlie  spicy  beds, 
Where  lilies  show  their  spotless  heads. 

4  He  has  engross'd  my  warmest  love, 
No  earthly  charms  my  soul  can  move; 

1  have  a  mansion  in  his  heart. 

Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  make  us  part. 

5  He  takes  my  soul  ere  I'm  aware, 
And  shows  me  where  his  glories  are; 
No  chariot  of  Amminadib 

The  heavenly  rapture  can  describe. 
G  O  may  my  spirit  daily  rise 
On  wings  of  faith  above  the  skies, 
Till  death  shall  make  my  last  remove, 
To  dwell  for  ever  with  my  love. 

} I YM N  286.  C .  M.         ( Watts'  H.  C5,  b. ) 
HEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
i  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage^ 
And  hellish  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  [  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 
'.\  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 


260  Hymn  267. 

May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home. 

My  God,  my  heaveu,  my  alh 
4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  ol'  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

HYMN  267.  C.  M.      (Watts'  H.  110,  a.) 

THERE  is  a  house  not  made  with  hand? 
Eternal,  and  on  high; 
And  here  my  spirit  waiting  stands, 
Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 
Must  be  dissolv'd  and  fall ; 

Then,  O  my  soul,  with  joy  obey 
Thy  heavenly  Father's  call. 

3  'Tis  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 
That  forms  thee  fit  for  heaven ; 

And,  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  given. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come ; 
Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 

But  while  the  body  is  our  home,         ^ 
We're  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'Tis  pleasant  to  believe  thy  grace, 
But  we  had  rather  see  ; 

We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesb, 
And  present,  Lord,  with  thee. 


Hymn  268,  269.       261 

HYMN  268.  C.  M.         (Watts'  H.  78,  b.  ; 

WHEN  the  first  parents  of  our  race 
RebeU'd,  and  lost  their  God, 
And  the  infection  of  their  sin 

Had  tainted  all  our  blood  ; 
'2  Infinite  pity  touch'd  the  heart 

Of  the  eternal  Son  ; 
Descending  from  the  heavenly  court, 

He  left  his  Father's  throne. 
3  Aside  the  Prince  of  Glory  threw 

His  most  divine  array, 
And  wrapp'd  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 

Of  our  inferior  clay. 
1  His  living  power,  and  dying  love, 

Redeem'd  unhappy  men, 
And  rais'd  the  ruins  of  our  race 

To  life  and  God  again. 
.5  To  thee,  dear  Lord,  our  flesh  and  sou! 

We  joyfully  resign  ; 
Oless'd  Jesus,  take  us  for  thy  own, 

For  we  are  doubly  thine. 
6  Thine  honor  shall  for  ever  be 

The  business  of  our  days; 
For  ever  shall  our  thankful  tongues 

Speak  thy  deserved  praise. 
JIYM.fV  269.  C.  M.      (Watts'  H.  101,  b.) 

WHEN,  in  the  light  of  faith  divine. 
We  look  on  things  below, 
S 


262  Hymn  270. 

Honor,  and  gold,  and  sensual  joy, 
How  vain  and  dang'rous  too. 

2  Honor 's  a  pufF  of  noisy  breath 
Yet  men  expose  their  blood, 

And  venture  everlasting  death 
To  gain  that  airy  good. 

3  Whilst  others  starve  the  nobler  mind- 
And  feed  on  shining  dust, 

They  rob  the  serpent  of  his  food, 
T' indulge  a  sordid  lust. 

4  The  pleasures  that  allure  our  sense,. 
Are  dang'rous  snares  to  souls! 

There's  but  a  drop  of  flatt'ring  sweet. 
And  dash'd  with  biner  bowls. 

5  God  is  mine  all-sufficient  good, 
My  portion  and  my  choice ; 

In  iiim  my  vast  desires  are  fill'd, 

And  all  my  powers  rejoice. 
C  In  vain  the  world  accosts  my  ear, 

And  tempts  my  heart  anew: 
I  cannot  buy  your  bliss  so  dear, 

Nor  part  uAth  heaven  for  you. 

HYMN  270.  C.  M.        (Walts'  H.  20,  b.) 

WHY  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee, 
My  God.  my  chief  delight? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 


Hymn  270.  263 

2  Why  should  my  foolish  passions  rove? 
Where  can  such  sweetness  be, 

As  I  have  tasted  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee? 

3  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 
The  savor  of  thy  grace. 

My  heart  presumes  I  cannot  lose 
The  relish  all  my  days. 

4  But  ere  one  fleeiing  hour  is  pass'd^ 
The  flatt'ring  world  employs 

Some  sensual  bait  to  seize  my  taste., 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  Trifles  of  nature  or  of  art, 
With  fair  deceitful  charms, 

Intrude  into  my  thoughtless  heart, 

And  thrust  me  from  thy  arms. 
G  Then  I  repent  and  vex  my  soul 

That  I  should  leave  thee  so: 
Where  will  those  wild  affections  roll 

That  let  a  Saviour  go? 

7  Sin's  promis'd  joys  are  turn'd  to  pain, 
And  I  am  drowti'd  in  grief; 

But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again, 
He  flies  to  my  relief: 

8  Seizing  my  soul  with  sweet  surprise, 
He  draws  with  loving  hands; 

Divine  compassion  in  his  eyes. 
And  pardon  in  his  hands. 


264  Hymn  271. 

9  Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus 
In  chase  of  false  delight ! 

Let  me  be  fasten'd  to  thy  cross. 
Rather  than  lose  thy  sight. 

10  Make  haste,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goal.. 
And  bring  my  heart  to  rest 

On  the  dear  centre  of  my  soul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  breast. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


HYMN  271.     P.  M. 

HOLY  God,  and  hast  thou  sent 
Me  here  to  preach  to-day  ? 
O  baptize  my  soul  with  fire, 

And  point  me  out  the  way; 
While  I  draw  the  gospel  bow, 

Jesus,  let  thine  arrows  fly  ; 
May  ev'rv  sinner  feel  this  day, 

That  Christ  for  him  did  die. 
2  Lord,  we  have  assembled  here, 

To  hear  what  thou  wilt  say; 
Some  came  from  the  east,  and  west. 

Yea,  north  and  south,  to  pray : 
If  I'm  sent  to  preach  thy  word, 

Holy  God,  display  thy  power; 


Hymn  271.  265 

May  we  have  a  Pentecost, 
A  sweet,  refreshing  shower. 

3  Sinners.  Lord,  are  trembling  now, 
Their  tears  are  trickling  down. 

Keen  convictions  seize  their  mind, 

While  they  behold  thy  frown. 
O  for  justifying  grace! 

O  for  thy  converting  power! 
Lord,  we  beg.  for  Jesus'  sake, 

A  sweet,  refreshing  shower. 

4  Here's  backsliding  sinners  too, 
That  left  the  narn»w  way  : 

O,  my  Lord,  shall  they  be  damn'd 

Shall  they  be  devils'  prey  ? 
If  there's  mercy  for  their  souls, 

O  restore  them  by  thy  power; 
Lord,  we  beg,  f  )r  Jesus'  sake, 

A  sweet,  refreshing  shower. 

5  Lord,  here's  some  that's  justified, 
And  yet  there's  inbred  sin  ; 

And  they  long  to  see  the  day. 
When  they  shall  be  made  clean. 

O  for  sanctifying  grace  ! 
O  for  purifying  power! 

Lord,  we  beg,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
A  sweet,  refreshing  shower. 

<>  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth,  descend, 
And  feed  thy  lambs  to-day ; 


266  Hymn  272. 

Help  us,  in  thy  name  to  preach, 

To  bear,  to  sine,  and  pray. 
O  for  streams  of  grace  and  love ! 

O  for  floods  of  life  and  power ! 
Lord,  we  beg.  for  Jesus'  sake 

A  sweet,  refreshing  shower. 
HYMN  272.     P.  M. 

WHY  stand  you  here  idle,  my  friends,  all 
the  day. 
Y^our  moments  are  fleeting,  they'll  soon  pass 

away ; 
Here  are  all  things  provided  for  sinners  un- 
done, 
And  you're  all  invited,  and  welcome  to  come. 
The  market  is  opeu,  the  store  you  may  see : 
Then  come,  take,  in  welcome,  alt  things  here  are  free. 

2  Here's  mercy  and  pardon,  here's  love  and 

free  grace. 
Here's  strong  consolation,    here's  great   joy 

and  peace ; 
Here's  hope  for  the  hopeless;  the  weary  find 

rest ; 
O!  come,  receive  freely,  and  be  ever  bless'd. 

3  Here  are  clothes  for  the  naked,  here  all  may 

be  clad; 
Here's  food  for  the  hungry,  your  souls  may 

be  fed ; 
Here's  manna  from  heaven,  this  food  is  divine; 
Fatthingsfullof  marrow,  and  winewellrefin'd. 


Hymn  272.  267 

1  Here's  oil,   milk,   and  honey,  a  plenty  in 

store, 
Sufficient  for   hundreds,   yea,   millions,   and 

.  more ; 
Here's  balm  for  the  wounded,  here's  strength 

for  the  weak. 
Here  are  cordials  divine  provided  for  the  sick. 

5  Here's  medicine  for  healing,  all  given  out 

free  ; 
Here's  eye-salve  for  eyes,  to  make  them  to  see ; 
The  maim'd  are  heal'd,    the  lame  made  to 

walk. 
The  deaf  made  to  hear,  and  the  dumb  made 

to  talk. 

G   Here   the  lepers  are  cleans'd  and  purg'd 

from  their  sores ; 
Here  sinners  are  pardon'd,  and  souls  are  made 

pure ; 
Here  all  that  are  willing,  are  eas'd  from  their 

pains; 
Here  bond  slaves  are  ransom'd  and  freed  from 

their  chains. 

7  Here's  armor  and  weapons  for  soldiers  to 

wield ; 
A  breast-plate,  a  helmet,  a  sword  and  a  shield  ; 
Here  the  poor  receive  riches,  a  crown  for  the 

head, 
Eternal  salvation,  and  life  from  the  dead. 


268  Hymn  273. 

3  O !  come  all  ye  needy,  ye  poor  and  distressed . 
Come,  and  receive  freely,  and  be  ever  bless'd  : 
O  !  come  !  without  money,  to  Jesus,  and  buy, 
Then  love  him  and  praise  him  for  ever  on  high 

HYIVIN  273.     P.  M. 
a  ^  EAR  the  royal  proclamation, 
M^M-  The  glad  tidings  of  salvation  : 
Published  to  ev'ry  creature, 
To  the  ruin'd  sons  of  nature. 

Jesus  reigns ! 
He  reigns  victorious. 
Over  heaven  and  earth  most  glorious, 
Jesus  reigns  ! 

2  See  the  royal  banner  flyi?ig; 
Hear  the  standard-bearers  crying, 
'•  Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor 
Now  is  ofier'd  by  the  Saviour:" 

Jesus  reigns !  &c. 

3  Hear,  ye  sons  of  wrath  and  ruin, 

Ve  who've  wrought  your  own  undoing  , 
Here  is  life  and  free  salvation, 
OfFer'd  to  the  whole  creation : 

Jesus  reigns  I  iS.'c 

4  'Twas  for  you  that  Jesus  died  ; 
And  for  you  was  crucified; 
Conquer'd  death,  and  rose  to  heaven. 
Life  eternal  through  h.im  given  : 

Jesus  reigns!  &c. 


Hymn  273.  269 

5  Turn  unto  the  Lord  most  holy  ; 
Shun  the  paths  of  vice  and  folly; 
Turn,  or  you  are  lost  for  ever! 
Oh,  now  fly  unto  the  Saviour: 

Jesus  reigns  !  &c. 

G  For  this  love,  let  rocks  and  mountains. 
Purling  streams  and  cryt^tal  fountains, 
Roaring  thunders,  lightning's  blazes, 
Shout  the  great  Messiah's  praises: 

Jesus  reigns !  &c. 

7  Here  is  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey; 
Come,  and  purchase  without  money: 
Mercies  flowing  like  a  fountain. 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain: 

Jesus  reigns !  &c, 

8  Shout,  ye  tongues  of  ev'ry  nation, 
Christ  has  died  for  your  salvation! 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamation, 
Sound  aloud  the  proclamation: 

Jesas  reigns!  &c. 

0  Shout,  ye  saints,  make  joyful  mention 
Of  him  who  wrought  out  your  redemption : 
Sliout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 
The  almighty  King  of  Zion  : 

Jesus  reigns!  &c. 

10  Now  our  souls  have  caught  new  fire, 
r>rethren,  raise  your  voices  higher; 


270       Hymn  274,  275. 

Angels  shout  the  joyful  sfory, 
Through  all  the  bright  world  of  glory: 
Jesus  reigns !  &c. 

HYMN  274      L.  Rl. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me : 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  free. 

2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate: 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  great. 

3  Though  num'rous  hosts  of  mighty  foes,. 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along : 

His  loving  kindness,  O  how  strong. 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather'd  thick  an.l  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood  : 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  good. 

5  O  may  I  rise  and  soar  away 

To  the  bright  worlds  of  endless  day, 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving  kindness  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  275.     C.  M. 

AMAZING  grace  (how  sweet  the  sound) 
That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me  ! 


Hymn  276.  271 

1  once  was  lost,  but  now  £'m  found, 

Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 
'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  reliev'd  ; 
How  precious  did  tliat  grace  appear 

The  hour  I  first  believ'd. 

2  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 
1  have  already  come  ; 

'Twas  grace  that  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  shall  lead  me  home. 

The  Lord  has  promis'd  good  to  me. 
His  word  my  hope  secures. 

He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

3  Yes,  when  this  heart  and  flesh  shall  fail. 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 

I  shall  possess  within  the  veil 

A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 
This  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine  ; 
Yet  God  who  call'd  me  here  below, 

Shall  be  for  ever  mine. 

HYMN  276.     C.  M. 

COME,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine, 
And  all  with  one  accord, 
In  a  perpetual  cov'nant,  join 
Ourselves  to  Christ  the  Lord. 


272  Hymn  277. 

2  Give  up  ourselves  through  Jesus'  power 
His  name  to  elorify; 

And  promise,  in  this  sacred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 

3  The  cov'nant  we  this  moment  make. 
Be  ever  kept  in  mind  ; 

We  will  no  more  our  God  forsake, 
Or  cast  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear, 
Who  hears  our  solemn  vow  ; 

And  if  thou  art  well  pleas'd  to  iiear, 

Come  down,  and  meet  us  now! 
.5  Thee,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Let  all  our  hearts  receive  ; 
Present  with  the  celestial  host, 

Tiie  peaceful  answer  give. 
G  To  each  the  cov'nant  blood  apply, 

Which  lakes  our  sins  away  ; 
And  register  our  names  on  high, 

And  keep  us  to  that  day. 

HYMN  277.    C.  M. 

ARISE  and  shine,  oh  Zion  fair, 
Behold  thy  light  is  come! 
Thy  glorious  conqu'ring  King  is  near, 

To  take  his  exiles  home: 
The  trumpet  sounding  through  the  skv 
To  set  poor  captives  free ; 


Hymn  277.  278 

The  day  of  wonder  now  is  nigh, 
The  year  of  jubilee. 

2  Ye  heralds,  blow  your  trumpets  loud, 
The  earth  must  know  her  doom ; 

Go  spread  the  news  from  pole  to  pole, 

Behold  the  Judge  is  come: 
Blow  out  the  sun,  burn  up  the  earth  ! 

Consume  the  rolling  flood  ! 
While  ev'ry  star  shull  disappear, 

Go  turn  the  moon  to  blood ! 

3  Arise,  ye  nations  under  ground, 
Before  the  Judge  appear; 

xAlI  tongues,  all  languages  shall  come. 

Their  final  doom  to  hear! 
King  Jesus  on  his  dazzling  throne, 

Ten  thousand  angels  n-und; 
And  Gabriel  with  a  silver  trump, 

Echoes  the  awful  sound  ! 

4  The  glorious  news  of  gospel  grace 
With  sinners  now  is  o'er; 

The  trump  in  Zion  now  is  still. 

And  to  be  heard  no  more! 
The  watchmen  all  have  left  their  walls. 

And  with  their  flocks  above, 
On  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  they  sing, 

And  shout  redeeming  love! 

5  Come  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
Whose  hearts  are  joia'd  in  one ; 


274      Hymn  278,  279. 

Held  up  yoar  heads  with  courage  bold. 

Your  race  is  almost  run  : 
Above  the  clouds  behold  him  stand, 

And  smiling  bids  you  come; 
And  angels  whisp'ring  you  away 

To  your  eternal  home. 

HYMN  278.     C.  M. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne; 
Ten  thou.sand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,  they  cry, 
To  be  exalted  thus  : 

Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  hearts  reply, 
For  he  was  slain  for  us. 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honor  and  power  divine; 

And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 

Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  279.    C.  M. 

CELESTIAL  Dove,  descend  from  high 
And  oa  the  water  brood : 


Hymn  280.  275 

Come,  with  thy  quick'ning  power  apply 
The  water  and  the  blood. 

2  I  love  the  Lord,  that  stoops  so  low 
To  give  his  word  a  seal ; 

But  the  rich  grace  liis  hands  bestow 
Exceeds  the  figure  still. 

3  Almighty  God.  for  thee  we  call, 
And  our  request  renew  ; 

Accept  in  Christ,  and  bless  withal, 
The  work  we  have  to  do. 

HYMN  280.     L.  M. 

HAIL,  God  the  Father,  glorious  light ! 
Hail,  God  the  Son,  my  soul's  delight! 
Hail,  Holy  Ghost!  eternal  Three! 
My  anthem  through  eternity. 
9  Ye  glitt'ring  orbs  around  the  skies. 
But  speak  his  glories  in  disguise: 
Your'silent  language  ne'er  can  tell 
The  wisdom  of  Immanuel. 

3  Tall  mountains,  that  becloud  the  sky, 
With  all  the  hills  that  round  you  lie, 
While  time  endures  you  ne'er  can  tell 
The  grandeurs  of  Immanuel. 

4  Ye  trembling  seas,  with  dismal  roar, 
Whose  billows  sound  from  shore  to  shore; 
Your  thund'ring  language  ne'er  can  tell 
The  power  of  Immanuel, 


276  Hymn  280. 

5  Ye  worlds  on  worlds,  with  all  your  throng 
Through  ev'ry  clime  extend  your  song  ; 
A  guiltv  world's  preserv'd  from  hell. 
By  Christ,  the  Kin<^  Immanuel. 
G  Behold  him  leave  his  Father's  throne; 
Behold  him  bleed,  and  hear  him  groan: 
Death's  iron  chain  would  fail  to  tell 
The  strength  of  King  Immanuel. 

7  Behold  him  take  his  ancient  seat, 
And  millions  bDwing  at  his  *eet; 
He  conquer'd  all  the  hosts  of  hell ! 
Yes,  glory  to  Immanuel. 

8  His  fame  shall  spread  from  pole  to  pole. 
While  glory  rolls  from  soul  to  soul; 

The  gospel  now  goes  forth  to  tell 
The  love  of  Kmg  Immanuel. 

9  While  I  am  singing  of  his  name, 
My  soul  begins  to  fee!  the  flame  ; 
I'm  full,  I'm  full,  but  ne'er  can  tell 
The  glory  of  Immanuel. 

30  I  long  to  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 
And  see  his  glories  blaze  around: 
Then  will  I  shout,  and  sing,  and  tell, 
Redemption  through  Immanuel. 
11  Ten  thousand  thousand  in  the  throng: 
Ten  thousand  thousand  join  the  song; 
He  sav'd  us  from  >  gaping  hell : 
Yes,  glory  to  Immanuel. 


Hymn  281.  277 

1-2  My  sodI's  transported  with  liis  charms, 

I  long  to  lie  in  Jesus'  arms: 

My  loving  brethren,  long  farewell, 

1  CO  to  meet  Imuiaauel. 


HYMN  281.     P.  M. 

ROOP[NG  souls  no  longer  grieve 
Heaven  is  propitious, 
If  on  Christ  you  do  believe, 

You  will  find  him  precious. 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 

Calls  the  mourners  to  him; 
He  has  died  for  you  and  1, 
Now  look  up  and  view  him. 

2  From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side. 
Runs  a  healing  foun'.ain  ; 

See  the  consolation  tide, 

Boundless  as  the  ocean. 
See  the  living  wacers  move, 

For  the  sick  and  dying; 
Now  resolve  to  gain  iiis  love. 

Or  to  perish  trying. 

3  Grace's  store  is  always  free, 
Drooping  souls  to  gladden; 

Jesus  calls,  "  Come  unto  me," 

Weary,  heavy  laden. 
Though  your  sins  hke  mountains  ns'e. 

Eise  and  reach  to  heaven; 
T 


278  Hymn  281. 

Soon  as  yoa  on  him  rely, 

"  Ail  shall  be  forgiv'n." 

4  Now  methinks  I  hear  one  say, 
I  will  go  and  prove  him; 

If  he  takes  my  sins  away, 

Surely  I  shall  love  him. 
Yes,  I  see  the  Father  smile, 

Smiling  moves  my  burden; 
All  is  grace,  lor  I  am  vile, 

Yet  he  seals  my  pardon. 

5  Streaming  mercy,  how  it  flows, 
Now  I  know,  I  feel  it; 

Half  has  never  yet  been  told, 

Yet  I  want  to  tell  it. 
Jesus'  blood  has  heal'd  my  wounds. 

Oh  the  wondrous  story  ; 
I  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 

Glory!  glory  !  glory! 

6  Glory  to  my  Saviour's  name. 
Saints  are  bound  to  love  him; 

Mourners  you  may  do  the  same, 
Only  come  and  prove  him. 

Hasten  to  the  Saviour's  blood, 
Feel  it  and  declare  it: 

Oh  that  I  could  sing  so  loud. 
All  the  world  might  hear  it. 

7  If  no  greater  joys  are  known 
In  the  upper  region3; 


Hymn  282.  279 

1  will  tiy  to  travel  on, 

In  this  pure  religion. 
Heaven's  here,  and  heaven's  there, 

Glory's  here  and  yonder; 
Brightest  seraphs  shout  ''  Amen," 

While  the  angels  wonder. 

HYMN  282.     P.  M. 

DON'T  you  see  my  Jesus  coming? 
Don't  you  see  him  in  yonder  cloud  ? 
Wilh  ten  thousand  angels  round  hirh  ? 
See  how  ihey  do  my  Jesus  crowd ! 

CHORUS. 

Well-beloved,  blessed  Havioitr, 
Well-beloved  Priest  and  King  ! 

All  glory  to  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
For  us  he  did  salvation  bring. 

2  Don't  you  see  his  arms  extended  ? 
Don't  you  hear  his  charming  voice  ? 

Each  loving  heart  beats  hieh  for  glory: 
Oh !  my  Jesus  is  my  choice. 

3  Don't  yon  see  the  saints  ascending' 
Hear  them  shouting  through  the  air! 

Jesus  smiling,  trumpets  sounding. 
Now  his  glory  they  shall  share. 

4  Don't  you  see  the  heaven  is  open? 
And  the  saints  in  glory  there: 

fShouts  of  triumph  bursting  round  yoU,. 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  here! 


280  Hymn  283. 

3  Come,  backsliders,  tho'  you've  pierc'd  bim 
And  bave  caus'd  bis  church  to  mourn: 

Yet  you  may  regain  free  pardon, 
If  you  will  to  him  return. 

6  Now  behold  each  loving  spirit, 
Shout  the  praise  of  his  dear  name, 

View  the  smiles  of  their  dear  Jesus, 
While  his  presence  feeds  the  flame. 

7  There  we'll  range  the  fields  of  pleasure,. 
By  our  dear  Redeemer's  side: 

Shouting  glory,  glory,  glory. 
While  eternal  ages  glide. 

HYMN  283.     P.  M. 

SAM  bath  sent  me  to  you, 
For  to  de-clare  what  he  hath  done ; 
My  errand  is  like  angels, 

Who  told  the  shepherd  of  his  Son; 
And  if  you  will  believe  me, 

I  have  no  other  news  to  tell, 
Than  Jesus  hath  died  for  you. 

To  save  you  from  a  burning  bell. 
.3  Although  I  am  a  stranger. 

You've  come  to  hear  me  preach  and  pray, 
I  hope  there  is  no  danger 

In  hearing  what  [  have  to  say  ; 
@  Jesus,  now  stand  by  me. 

And  take  the  fear  of  man  away  ;. 


Hymn  283.  281 

And  let  me  feel  thy  spirit. 

To  teach  me  what  I  ought  to  say. 

3  It's  trae  f  have  no  wisdom 

To  preach  without  my  loving  Lord; 
Yet  leaning  on  his  bosom, 

I  have  instruction  from  his  word: 
I  hope  you  won't  be  drowsy. 

While  I  do  preach  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
Nor  think  I  am  too  noisy. 

If  I  should  keep  you  all  awake. 

4  O  come,  then,  give  attention, 

With  humble  prayer  wait  on  the  Lord  ; 
While  to  you  I  shall  mention, 

How  Jesus  gives  a  just  reward  : 
The  sinner  will  be  driven 

Down  to  the  regions  of  despair; 
The  saints  arrive  at  heaven, 

To  dwell  with  Christ  for  ever  there. 

5  It's_time  for  old  professors. 

For  to  inquire  where  they  are  bound; 
Since  none  can  enter  heaven, 

But  those  who  walk  on  holy  ground; 
If  you  should  be  mistaken, 

Your  state  of  all  would  be  the  worst! 
Your  souls  would  be  forsaken. 

And  more  than  all  you  would  be  cnrs'd. 

^  Hath  Christ  a  single  soldier. 
In  all  the  congregation  round ! 


282  Hymn  284. 

Then  rise,  the  cross  now  shoulder, 
And  fiffht  the  battle  on  the  ground  : 

Pear  not  the  face  of  mortals, 

Who  are  but  dust,  and  soon  decay, 

Whose  breath  is  in  their  nostrils, 
And  soon  will  mingle  with  the  clay. 

7  I  have  one  blessed  comfort, 

That  bears  me  up  when  troubles  came. 
That  soon  my  war  Ml  be  ended. 

And  then  my  Lord  will  call  me  home  : 
1  .shall  arise  and  meet  him, 

And  then  my  warfare  will  be  o'er: 
And  walk  the  golden  strnets,  sing. 

And  praise  my  Lord  f  jr  ev«r  more. 

HYMN  284.     P.  M. 

I'M  on  my  way  to  Canaan, 
I  bid  this  world  farewell: 
Come  on,  my  old  companions. 

In  spite  of  earth  or  hell. 
Lo  !   Satan's  army  rages. 

And  all  his  hosts  combine? 
Yet  scripture  doth  engage  us, 
The  strength  of  grace  divine, 

3  I'll  blow  the  silver  trumpet, 

And  on  the  nations  call; 
For  Christ  hath  me  commiasion'd 

To  say  he  died  for  all. 


Hymn  284.  28B 

Come  try  his  ^race,  ariH  prove  him, 

You  shall  the  gift  obtain  ; 
He  will  not  send  you  empty, 

Nor  let  you  come  in  vain. 

3  And  if  you  want  a  witness, 
Here  are  some  just  at  hand. 

Have  lately  felt  the  sweetness 

Now  flowinsf  from  th;it  land: 
[t  comes  in  copious  showers, 

Our  bodies  can't  contain  ; 
It  fills  our  ransom'd  powers — 

And  now  we  drink  Jigain  ! 

4  The  glories  of  that  Uiugdorai 
My  soul  cannot  describe; 

I  feel  it  is  within  me, 

I  feel  the  blood  applied. 
Oh  come  unto  the  Saviour's  arms^ 

And  you  shall  fefd  his  love, 
'Tis  sweeter  than  all  other  charms, 

It  comes  from  heaven  above. 

5  The  glories  of  that  heavenly  place 
I've  oft  times  felt  before, 

But  what  I've  felt  is  but  a  taste, 
Which  makes  me  look  for  more. 

Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I'd  fly  and  be  at  rest ; 

Then  would  I  soar  to  worlds  above, 
And  be  for  ever  blest. 


:284  Hymn  285. 

G  My  soul  looks  up,  and  sees  him  smile 

And  then  the  blessing  send. 
And  I  ant  thinking  all  the  while, 

When  will  t!)is  journey  end? 
I  contemplate  n  can't  be  long 

Till  he  will  (;!)rae  again, 
Then  I  shall  join  that  heavenly  throng.. 

And  in  his  kingdom  reign. 

7  Oh  could  1  join  that  heavenly  throng, 
And  ne'er  rnturn  again  !• 

I  would  not  think  the  season  long 

That  I  hid  suffer'd  pain: 
When  Zion.s  ••Jons  are  marching  home 

Along  the  heavenly  street, 
Then  I  would  march  along  with  them. 

And  bow  before  his  feet. 

8  The  tallest  of  those  heavenly  ones 
Would  iail  for  to  describe 

The  brightness  which  the  Saviour  puts 

Upon  his  lovely  bride. 
Ten  thousand  years  around  may  roll, 

We  have  but  just  begun 
To  wear  Our  robes,  and  glitt'ring  crowns, 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun. 


B 


HYMN  285.    P.  M. 

LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
The  gladly  solemn  sound ; 


Hymn  285.  285 

Let  all  the  nations  know. 
To  earth's  remotest  bound; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransotn'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  Hi^h  Priest, 
Hath  full  atonement  made  : 

Ye  weary  spirits,  rest. 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  all-atoning  Lamb; 

Redemption  in  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home, 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell. 
Your  liberty  receive, 

And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

5  Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought 
Your  heritage  above, 

Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  love ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


286       Hymn  286,  287. 

6  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace  ; 
And,  sav'd  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

HYMN  286.     P.  M. 

BE  it  my  only  wisdom  here, 
To  serve  the  Lord  with  filial  fear. 
With  loving  gratitude  ; 
Superior  sense  may  I  display, 
By  shunning  ev'ry  evil  way, 
And  walking  in  the  good. 

2  O  may  I  still  from  sin  depart; 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart, 

Jesus,  to  me  bf  given  ! 
And  let  me  through  thy  Spirit  know, 
To  glorify  my  God  below. 

And  find  my  way  to  heaven. 

HYMN  287.     P.  M. 

COME,  my  christian  friends  and  brethren. 
Bound  for  Canaan's  happy  land  ; 
Come,  unite  and  walk  together, 

Christ  the  Saviour  gives  command. 
3  Lay  aside  all  party  spirit, 

Slight  your  christian  friends  no  more : 


Hymn  288.  287 

Come,  unite,  throu«;h  Jesus'  merit, 
Zion's  peace  again  restore. 

3  We'll  not  bind  our  brother's  conscience, 
This  to  God  alone  is  free : 

Nor  contend  for  non-essentials. 
But  in  Christ  united  be. 

4  Here's  the  word,  the  grand  criterion, 
This  shall  all  our  doctrines  prove: 

Christ,  the  centre  of  onr  union. 
And  the  bond  is  christian  love. 

5  Here's  my  hand,  mv  heart,  and  spirit, 
Now  in  fellowship  I'll  irive. 

Now  we  love  and  pence  inherit, 

Show  the  world  how  Christians  live. 

Q  Now  we're  one  in  Christ,  our  Saviour, 
Male  or  female,  bond  or  free  ; 

Christ  is  all  in  all  for  ever, 
And  we're  happy,  Lord,  in  thee. 

HYMN  288.     P.  M. 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save-you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power; 

He  is  able. 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 
3  Now,  ye  needy,  come,  and  welcome^ 
God's  free  bounty  glorify ; 


g88  Hymn  288. 

True  belief  and  true  repeoiance, 
Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  you  nigb, 

Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesuj!  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger; 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  : 

All  the  fitnes^s  he  requireih 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 

This  he  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  glitnm'ringbeam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 
Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall. 

If  you  tairy  till  vou're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all; 

Not  the  righteous. 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him ! 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"  It  is  finish'd  !" 
Sinners,  will  n!)t  this  suffice  ? 

6  Lo  !  th' incarnate  God  ascending. 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood; 

Venture  on  him,  venture  freely; 
Let  no  other  trus'  intrude : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 


Hymn  289.  289 

7  Saints  and  angels  join'd  in  concert. 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 

HYMN  289.     C.  M. 

MARK  !  listen  to  the  trumpeters  ! 
They  sound  for  volunteers! 
On  Z ion's  blight  and  flow'ry  mount 

Behold  the  officers  : 
Their  horsBji  white,  their  garments  bright. 

With  crown  and  bow  they  stand, 
Enlisting  soldiers  for  their  King, 
To  march  for  Canaan's  land. 

2  It  sets  my  heart  all  in  a  flame ; 
A  soldier  I  will  be  ; 

I  will  enlist,  gird  on  my  arms, 

And  fight  for  liberty. 
They  want  no  cowards  m  their  band,. 

(They  will  their  colors  fly,) 
But  call  for  valiant  hearted  men, 

Who're  not  afraid  to  die. 

3  The  armies  now  are  in  parade, 
How  martial  they  appear  I 

All  arm'd  and  dress'd  in  uniform. 
They  ieok  like  men  of  war ; 


290  Hymn  289. 

They  follow  their  jrreat  General, 
The  great  Eternal  Lamb, 

His  garments  stain'd  with  his  own  blood- 
King  Jesus  is  his  name. 

4  The  trumpet  sounds,  the  armies  shout, 
And  drive  the  hosts  ol"  hell ; 

How  dreadful  is  our  God  in  arms! 

The  great  Immanuel! 
Sinners,  enlist  with  Jesus  Christ, 

Th'  eternal  Son  of  God, 
And  march  with  us  to  Canaan's  land, 

Beyond  the  swelling  flood. 

5  There  is  a  green  and  flow'ry  field. 
Where  fruits  immortal  grow  ; 

There,  cloth'd  in  white,  the  angels  bright, 

Our  great  Redeemer  know. 
We'll  shout  and  sing  for  evermore 

In  that  eternal  world  : 
But  Satan  and  his  armies  too, 

Shall  down  to  hell  be  hurl'd. 

G  Hold  up  your  heads,  ye  soldiers  bold. 

Redemption's  drawing  nigh, 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 

'Twill  shake  both  earth  and  sky  : 
In  fi'ry  chariots  then  we'll  fly, 

And  leave  the  world  on  fire, 
And  meet  around  the  starry  throne. 

To  leae  Ui'  ijaimonal  lyre. 


HyxMN  290,  29 i.       291 

HYMN  290.     P  M. 

COME,  thou  Fount  of  ev'ry  blessing, 
Tune  ray  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  : 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  : 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it: 
Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love  ! 

2  Here  I'll  raise  mine  Ebenezer, 
Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 

And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger. 

VVand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  his  precious  blood  ! 

3  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 
Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be  ! 

Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  ray  wand'ring  heart  to  thee: 

Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  1  feel  it ; 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 

Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it ; 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

HYMN  291.    L.  M. 

COME,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast, 
Let  ev'ry  sghI  be  Jesus'  guest ; 


292  Hymn  291. 

Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call ; 
The  invitation  is  to  all : 

Come,  all  the  world !  come,  sinner,  thou  ! 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 

3  Come,  all  ye  souls  by  sin  oppress'd, 
Ye  restless  wand'rers  after  rest ; 

Ye  poor,  and  maim'd,  and  halt,  and  blind, 
in  Christ,  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

4  My  message  as  from  God  receive ; 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live  : 
O  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain, 
Nor  suffer  him  to  die  in  vain  ! 

5  His  love  is  mighty  to  compel ; 
His  conqu'ring  love  consent  to  feel : 
Yield  to  his  love's  resistless  power, 
And  fight  against  your  God  no  more. 

6  See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes. 
That  precious,  bleeding  sacrifice  ! 
His  otFer'd  benefits  embrace, 

And  freely  now  be  sav'd  by  grace  ! 

7  This  is  the  time,  no  more  delay  ' 
This  is  the  acceptable  day; 
Come  in  this  moment,  at  his  call, 
And  live  for  him  who  died  for  all. 


Hymn  292.  293 

HYMN  292.     P.  M. 

JESUS  came  into  the  world, 
And  suffer'd  to  redeem  us; 
Then  ascended  up  on  liigh, 
And  sent  his  grace  to  save  us  1 


Ho  !  evWy  one  that  thirsts, 

Come  ye  to  the  icaters. 
Freely  drink,  and  quench  your  thirst, 

With  Zion's  sons  and  daughters. 

2  Come,  all  ye  mourning,  weeping  souls, 
Who  long  10  be  forgiven  ! 

We  bring  glad  tidings  unto  yon, 
From  the  high  court  of  heaven. 

3  There  is  a  fountain  open  wide, 
For  sin  and  all  uncleanness. 

Streaming  from  the  Saviour's  side, 
It  flows  in  gospel  fulness. 

4  Oh  !  seek  the  circumcising  grace, 
Be  wise,  do  not  refuse  it ; 

For  if  you  seek  your  life  to  save, 
You  will  be  sure  to  lose  it. 

5  The  cross  of  Christ  you'll  have  to  bear. 
Fearless  of  persecution  ; 

Or  groan  you  must  when  time  shall  cease. 
In  darkness  and  confusion, 

u 


294  Hymn  29S, 

6  Shall  unbelief  debar  you  from 
The  knovvledtre  of  yi)ur  Saviour? 

Believe,  and  you'll  be  justified! 
Believe,  and  live  for  ever. 

7  My  ni^ht  of  sin  and  grief  is  gone, 
My  soul  is  fiU'd  w-ith  glory  ; 

Oh  !  for  a  ihousand  tongues  to  sing 

Love's  animating  story. 
3  Let  heaven  and  earl!)  vv'ith  me  unite. 

To  sing  and  c-hout  ho!Janna; 
The  Lord  has  pardon'd  all  my  sins, 

And  fiird  my  soul  with  manna. 
0  See  the  crowd  that's  gone  before, 

In  paths  of  self  denial  : 
They  stand  on  Canaan's  happy  shore, 

And  wait  for  your  arrival. 

30  Come  on.  ye  followers  of  the  Lamb, 

Be  ready  for  to  meet  them  ; 
Now  let  us  join  and  persevere, 

Till  we  arrive  in  heaven. 
Jl  There  we'll  all  together  stand, 

And  praise  our  God  and  Father; 
And  sing  and  shout  on  Canaan's  land. 

For  ever  and  for  ever. 


J 


HYMN  293.    P.  M. 
ESUS  to  ev'ry  willing  mind. 
Opens  a  heavenly  treasure; 


Hymn  293.  295 

lo  him  (he  sons  of  sorrow  find 

Sources  of  real  pleasure  ; 
See  what  einploynieats  uvn  pursue; 
Then  you  will  own  my  words  are  true  ; 
Jesus,  alone,  unl'^lds  ro  view 

Sources  of  real  pleasure. 

2  Poor  are  the  joys  that  fools  esteem, 
Fading  and  transitory; 

Mirth  is  as  fleeting  as  a  dream, 

Or  a  delusive  story  : 
Luxury  leaves  a  sting  behind. 
Wounding  the  body  and  the  mind; 
Only  in  Jesus  can  we  find 

Pleasure  and  solid  glory. 

3  Learning,  that  boasting,  glitt'ring  thing, 
Scarcely  is  worth  possessing: 

Riches  forever  on  the  wing, 
Scarce  can  be  call'd  a  blessing: 

Fame,  like  a  shadow,  flies  away, 

Titles  and  dignities  decay, 

Nought  but  religion  can  display 
Joys  that  are  freed  from  trouble. 

4  Beauty,  with  all  its  ^audy  show,, 
Is  but  a  painted  bubble; 

Short  are  the  triumphs  wit  bestow, 

Full  of  deceit  and  trouble  ; 
Sensual  pleasure  swells  desire. 
Just  as  the  fuel  feeds  the  fire ; 


296  Hymn  294. 

Religion  can  real  bliss  inspire, 
Bliss  that  is  worth  possessing. 

HYMN  294.     L.  M. 

JESUS,  my  all.  to  heaven  is  gone  - 
He  whom  I  fix  nij  hopes  upon: 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view, 
2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment ; 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness 
I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 
',]  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought. 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  was  not  sav'd  from  sin. 
4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power. 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 
r»  Lo  !  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  whose  I  am; 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 
G  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
Wiiat  a  dear  Saviour  [  have  f  vmd ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood. 
And  say,  <'  Behold  the  way  to  God  !"' 


Hymn  295.  297 

HYMxN  295.     P.  M. 

I  LOVE  my  blessed  Saviour, 
I  feel  I'm  in  his  favor, 
And  I  am  his  for  ever, 

If  I  but  faithful  prove; 
And  now  I'm  bound  for  Canaan, 

1  feel  my  sins  forgiven. 

And  soon  shall  get  to  heaven, 
To  sing  of  his  love. 

2  Poor  sinners  may  deride  me, 
And  unbelievers  chide  me. 
But  nothing  shall  divide  me, 

From  Jesus,  my  friend. 
Supported  by  his  power, 
I  long  to  see  the  hour. 
That  bids  my  gpirit  tower. 

And  all  my  troubles  end. 

3  The  pleasing  time  is  hast'ning. 
My  tott'ring  frame  is  wasting, 
While  I'm  engaged  in  praising, 

Impell'd  by  his  love — 
When  yonder  shining  orders, 
Who  sing  on  Canaan's  borders, 
Shall  bear  me  to  their  Lord,  there 

To  praise  him  above. 

4  My  thirsty  soul  is  panting, 
My  body  almost  famting. 

While  praise  and  prayer  are  venting, 
From  my  feeble  tongue. 


298  Hymn  296. 

How  ardent  my  desire, 
Lord  Jesus,  raise  me  higher, 
To  join  the  holy  choir, 
In  that  immortal  song. 

5  Farewell,  I'm  iiound  for  glory, 
How  pleasing  is  the  slory  ! 
Those  shining  worlds  before  me, 

Invite  me  to  be  gone. 
Had  I  angels'  pinions. 
I'd  range  the  bright  dominions. 
And  join  the  shining  millions. 

Who' re  shouting  round  ihe  throne. 

6  The  pleasing  smile  of  Jesus, 
The  rapr'rous  sound  increases, 
And  tunes  the  heavenly  voices. 

Throughout  th'  ethereal  plains. 
My  flesh  and  sftirit  failing. 
My  soul  in  transports  hailmg 
Bright  seraphs  in  their  dwelling — 

1  sing  immortal  strains. 

HYMN  296.     C.  M. 

ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie. 
3  O  the  transporting,  rapt'rous  scene,. 
That  rises  to  my  sight .' 


Hymn  296.  299 

Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

:>  There  gen'roas  fruits  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grow  : 
There  rocks,  and  hills,  and  brooks,  and  vak- 

With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains, 
Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 

There  God  the  Son  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chillinL'  winds  nor  pois'nous  breath. 
Can  reach  that  hRalthful  shore; 

Sickness  and  sorrow,   pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

()  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  for  ever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 

And  in  his  bosom  rest? 

7  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul, 
Would  here  no  longer  stay  ! 

Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

8  There  on  those  high  and  flow'ry  plains, 
Our  spirits  ne'er  -^hall  tire  ; 

r»ut  in  i)erpetual  joyful  strains, 
Redeeming  love  admire. 


-300  Hymn  297. 

HYMN  297.     P  M. 

O  GLORIOUS  hope  of  perfect  love! 
It  lifts  me  lip  to  things  above; 
It  bears  on  eaglesj'  wings; 
It  gives  my  vavish'd  soul  a  taste, 
And  makes  me  f'or  some  moments  feast 
With  Jesus'  priests  and  kings. 

3  Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope, 
T  stand,  and  from  the  mountain  top 

See  all  the  land  below: 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  Paradise, 

In  endless  plenty  grow. 

3  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favor'd  with  God's  peculiar  smile. 

With  ev'ry  blessing  blest; 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  Righteousness. 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace, 

And  everlasting  rest. 

4  O  that  I  might  at  once  go  up ! 
No  more  on  thi.s  side  Jordan  stop, 

But  now  the  land  possess! 
This  moment  end  my  lecai  years; 
Sorrows,  and  sin^:.  and  doubts,  and  fears 

A  howling  wilderniiss. 

5  Now,  O  my  Joshua,  bring  me  in ! 
Cast  out  thy  foes ;  the  inbred  sio, 


Hymn  298.  301 

The  carnal  mind  remove  ; 
The  purchase  of  thy  clenth  divide; 
And,  O!  with  all  tht'  sanctified, 
Give  me  a  lot  of  love  .' 

HYMN  298.     P.M. 
HOW  happy  are  they, 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above! 
Tongue  cannot  expret^s, 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace, 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfi'rt  was  mine. 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  first  found  in  the  bhxid  of  the  Lamb; 

When  my  heart  it  believ'd, 

What  a  joy  I  receiv'd  ! 
What  a  heaven  in  Jfsus'  name! 

3  'Tvvas  a  heaven  below, 
My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 

And  tlie  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  'fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat. 
And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song; 

O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 

"  He  hath  lov'd  me."  I  cried; 

"  He  hath  suffer'd  and  died, 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me." 


302  Hymn  299. 

5  On  the  \viii;os  of  his  love, 

I  was  carried  above 
All  my  sins,  a-ifl  temptations,  and  pain 

And  I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

G  I  then  rode  on  the  sky, 

Freely  justified  f, 
Nor  did  envy  FJijab  his  seat; 

My  soul  mounted  higher, 

In  a  chariot  of  fire. 
And  the  world  it  was  under  my  feet. 

7  O  !  the  rapturous  height. 

Of  that  holy  delislit, 
Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  I 

Of  my  Saviour  possess'd, 

I  was  perfectly  bless'd. 
As  if  fill'd  with  the  fulness  of  God. 

HYMN  299.     P.  M. 

IKT'AIN.  delu-^ive  world,  adieu! 
W       With  all  of  creature  good  ; 
Only  Jesus  I  pursue. 

Who  bouaht  me  with  his  blood  ! 
All  thy  pleasures  I  forego. 

I  trample  on  ttiy  wealth  and  pride, 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 


Hymn  299.  303 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 
'Tis  all  but  vanity: 

Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, 

He  tasted  death  for  me  ! 
Me  to  save  from  endless  wo 

The  sin-atoninir  Victim  died! 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified  ! 

3  Here  will  I  rei  up  my  rest; 
My  fluctuating  heart 

From  the  haven  of  his  breast 

Shall  never  more  depart: 
Whither  should  a  sinner  jjo  ? 

His  wounds  for  me  siand  open  wide  : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 

4, Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleasure  without  end; 
This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend  ; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow. 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide, 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know. 

And  Jesus  crucifit^d ! 

5  O  that  I  could  all  invite. 

This  saving  truth  to  prove  : 
Show  the  length,  the  brcidth,  the  height, 

And  depth  of  Jesus'  love  ! 


304  Hymn  300. 

Fain  I  would  to  sinners  show 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied! 

Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
And  Jesus  crucified ! 

HYMN  300.     P.  M. 

OWHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  dwell  with  him  above? 
To  drink  the  flowin'r  fountain 

Of  everlasting  love? 
When  shall  I  be  deliver'd 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in? 

CHORUS. 

0  hoio  charming,  how  charming. 

How  charming  is  Jesus  : 

He  is  my  Redeemer, 

My  Friend,  and  my  King. 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 
My  Captain's  gone  before  ; 

He's  given  me  my  orders. 
And  tells  me  not  to  fear ; 

And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 
A  crown  of  life  he'll  give, 

And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 
Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace  [  am  determin'd 
To  conquer,  though  1  die, 


Hymn  301.  305 

And  then  away  to  Jesus 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly: 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu  : 
And  you,  my  friend;!,  prove  faithful. 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  trials, 
And  troubles  on  your  way, 

Cast  all  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray  : 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  lovC; 
And  when  your  race  is  ended, 

YouMI  reign  with  him  above. 

5  O  do  not  be  discourag'd, 
For  Jesus  is  your  friend. 

And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend; 
r\Ieither  will  lie  upbraid  you, 

Ti)ough  often  you  request; 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

HYMN  301.     P.  M. 

HAT  heavenly  music  do  I  hear? 
Salvation  sounding  free  I 
Ye  souls  in  bondage  lend  an  ear; 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 


306  Hymn  302. 

2  How  sweetly  doth  the  tidings  rolf, 
All  around  from  sea  to  sea. 

From  land  to  land,  from  pole  to  pole: 
This  is  the  Juhilee. 

3  Good  news,  good  news  to  Adam's  race. 
Let  Christians  all  agree, 

To  sing  redeeming  love  and  grace  : 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

4  The  gospel  sounds  a  sweet  release, 
To  all  in  misery. 

And  bids  them  welcome  home  to  peace: 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

5  Jesus  is  on  the  mercy  seat, 
Before  him  bend  the  knee; 

Let  heaven  and  earth  his  praise  repeat: 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

6  Sinners,  be  wise,  return,  and  come 
Unto  the  Saviour  free  ; 

The  Spirit  bids  you  welcome  home  i 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

7  Come,  ye  redeem'd,  your  tribute  bring. 
With  songs  of  harmony  ; 

While  on  the  road  to  Caaaao  sing. 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

HYMN  302.    L.  M. 

WE'VE  found  the  Rock,  the  trav'lerf^ 
cried, 
The  Stone  that  all  the  prophets  tried  ; 


Hymn  302.  30T- 

Come,  children,  drink  the  balmy  dew, 
'Twas  Christ  wlio  shed  his  blood  for  you. 

2  This  costly  mixture  cures  the  soul, 
Which  sin  and  ^uilt  had  made  so  foul; 
O  that  you  would  be!it:;ve  in  God. 

And  wash  ia  Christ's  most  precious  blood. 

3  O  hearken,  children!  Clirist  is  come ! 
The  bride  is  ready,  let  us  run  ! — 

I'm  glad  I  ever  saw  this  day. 

That  we  might  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

4  There's  glory,  glory  in  my  soul, 
Come,  mourners,   feel  tlie  current  roll ; 
Welcome,  dear  friend,  'ti.s  known  to-night, 
It  shines  around  with  dazzling  light. 

5  And  in  this  light  we'll  soar  away. 
Where  there's  no  night,  but  open  day  ; 
(J  children,  children,  bear  the  cross, 
And  count  the  world  below  as  dross. 

6  We'll  bear  the  cross,  and  wear  the  crown. 
And  by  our  Father's  side  sit  down; 

His  grace  will  feed  our  hungry  souls, 
While  love  divine  eternal  rolls. 

7  His  fiery  chariots  make  their  way, 
To  welcome  us  to  endless  day ; 
There  glitt'ring  millions  we  shall  join, 
To  praise  Ihe  Prince  of  David's  liae^ 


.308  Hymn  303. 

HYMN  303.     P.  M. 

BURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 
To  my  raptur'd  vi^iion 
All  the  extatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  elysian  : 
Lo !  we  lift  our  longino  eyes, 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies; 
Son  of  Righteousitess,  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  (»f  paradise. 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light, 
Freely  flash  before  him  ; 

Myriads,  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  liim ; 
Angelic  trumps  resound  his  frame.. 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name  ; 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

3  Four  and  twentv  elders  rise 
From  their  princely  station; 

Shout  his  glorious  victories, 
Sing  the  great  salvation  ; 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne,. 
Cry,  in  reverential  tone, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone, 
Holy!  Holy!  Holy  One! 

4  Hark!  the  thrilling  symphonies 
Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us  •■ 

Join  we,  too,  the  holy  lays- 
Jesus — Jesas — Jesus ! 


Hymn  304.  301) 

Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung — 
Jesus — Jesus — flow  along. 

HYMN  304.     L.  M. 

COME,  Saviour,  Jesus,  from  above . 
Assist  me  with  thy  heavenly  grace 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love. 
And  for  thyself  prepare  the  place. 

2  O  let  thy  sacred  presence  fill. 
And  set  my  longing  spirit  free! 

Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will, 
But  night  and  day  to  feast  on  thee. 

3  While  in  this  region  here  below, 
No  other  good  will  I  pursue  : 

ril  bid  this  world  of  noise  and  show, 
With  all  its  glitt'ring  snares  adieu. 

4  That  path  with  humble  speed  ['11  seek 
In  which  ray  Saviour's  footsteps  shine  : 

Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  speak, 

Of  any  other  love  but  tfiine. 
")  Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 

Divide  this  consecrated  soul  : 
Possess  it  thou  who  hast  the  right, 

As  Lord  and  Master  of  the  whole. 
i"»  Nothing  on  earth  do  I  desire. 

But  thy  pure  love  within  my  breast  ■ 

w 


UO  HvMN  305. 

This,  only  this,  will  I  require. 
And  freely  give  up  all  the  rest. 

HYMN  305.     P.  M. 

COIME,  and  let  us  sweetly  join, 
Christ  to  praise  in  hymns  divint 
Give  we  all  with  one  accord, 
Glory  to  our  common  Lord  : 
Hands,  and  hearts,  and  voices  raise. 
Sing  as  in  the  ancient  days; 
Antedate  the  joys  above, 
Celebrate  the  feast  of  love. 

'2  Strive  we,  in  affection  strive  ! 
Let  the  purer  flame  revive; 
vSuch  as  in  the  martyrs  ^iow'd. 
Dying  champions  for  their  God  f 
We  like  them  may  live  and  love, 
Call'd  we  are  their  joys  to  prove: 
Sav'd  with  them  from  future  wrath 
Partners  of  like  precious  faith. 

3  Sing  we  then  in  Jesus'  name, 
Now,  as  yesterday,  the  same. 
One  in  ev'ry  time  and  place. 
Full  for  all  of  truth  and  grace: 
We  for  Christ,  our  master,  stand. 
Lights  in  a  benighted  land  : 
We  our  dying  Lord  confess  \ 
We  are  Jesus'  witnesses. 


Hymn  306.  311 

4  Witnesses  that  Christ  hath  died; 
We  with  him  are  crucified: 
Christ  hath  burst  the  bands  of  death: 
We  his  quick'aing  spirit  breathe  ; 
Christ  is  now  gone  up  on  high — 
Thither  all  our  wishes  fly — 
Sits  at  God's  right  hand  above ; 
There  with  him  we  reign  in  love. 

HYMN  306.     P.  M. 

COME,  all  ye  weary  trav'lers, 
Come,  let  us  join  and  sing 
The  everlasting  praises 

Of  Jesus  Christ,  our  King; 
We've  had  a  tedious  journey, 

And  tiresome,  it  is  true; 
But  see  how  many  dangers 
The  Lord  has  brought  us  through. 

2  At  first,  when  .Fesus  found  us, 
He  call'd  us  unto  him, 

And  pointed  out  the  danger 

Of  falling  into  sin; 
The  world,  and  flesh,  and  Satan, 

Will  prove  a  fatal  snare. 
Unless  we  do  reject  them 

By  faith  and  humble  prayer. 

3  But  by  our  disobedience, 
With  sorrow  we  confess; 


312  Hymn  306. 

We've  had  too  long  to  wander 

In  a  dark  wilderness  ; 
Where  we  might  soon  have  fainted 

In  that  enchanted  ground; 
But  now  and  then  a  cluster 

Of  pleasant  grapes  we  found. 

4  The  pleasant  fruits  of  Canaan 
Give  life,  and  joy,  and  peace; 

Revive  our  drooping  spirits, 
And  faith  and  love  increase. 

Confess  your  Lord  and  Master. 
And  run  at  his  command  ; 

And  hasten  on  your  journey 
Unto  the  promis'd  land. 

5  In  faith,  and  hope,  and  patience 
We  now  are  going  on 

The  pleasant  way  to  Canaan, 
Where  Jesus  Christ  is  gone  : 

In  (teace  and  consolation 
We're  going  to  rejoice; 

And  Jesus  and  his  people 
For  ever  be  our  choice. 

G  Sinners,  why  stand  ye  idle, 
While  we  do  march  along  ? 

Has  conscience  never  told  you 
That  you  are  going  wrong? 

Down  tlie  broad  road  to  ruin, 
To  bear  an  endless  curse  ? 


Hymn  307.  318 

O  leave  your  ways  of  sinning, 

And  come  alon^  with  us. 
7  But  if  you  will  refuse  it, 

We  bid  you  all  farewell ; 
We're  on  the  way  to  Canaan, 

And  you  the  way  to  hell : 
We're  sorry  thus  to  leave  you, 

We'd  rather  you  would  go; 
Come,  try  a  bleeding  Saviour. 

And  feel  salvation  flow. 
S  Oh  sinners  !  be  awaken'd 

To  see  your  dismal  state  ; 
Repent  and  be  converted, 

Before  it  be  too  late  : 
Turn  to  the  Lord  by  praying,  • 

And  daily  search  his  word; 
And  never  rest  contented 

Until  yon  find  the  Lord. 
9  Now  to  the  King  immortal 

Be  everlasting  praise; 
For  in  his  holy  service 

We  mean  to  spend  our  days ; 
Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan, 

The  shining  world  above, 
With  everlasting  praises 

To  sing  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  307.     C.  M. 

WITH  love  and  pity,  I  look  round 
Upon  my  fellow  clay—- 


314  Hymn  SOT. 

See  men  reject  the  gospel  sound: 
Good  God!  what  shall  1  say? 

2  Now  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  hour, 
O  sinners !  come  away  : 

The  Saviour's  knocking  at  your  door, 
Arise  without  delay. 

3  Do  not  refuse  to  give  him  roon), 
Lest  mercy  should  withdraw  ; 

He'll  then  in  robes  of  vengeance  come. 
To  execute  his  law. 

4  Then  where,  poor  sinners,  will  you  be 
If  destitute  of  grace; 

When  you  your  injur'd  Judge  shall  see. 
And  stand  before  his  face? 

5  O  could  you  shun  that  dreadful  sight, 
How  would  you  wish  to  fly 

To  the  dark  shades  of  endless  night, 
From  that  all-searching  eye. 

G  But  death  and  hell  must  all  appear, 
And  you  among  them  stand  ; 

Before  "the  great  impartial  Judge, 
Arraingn'd  at  Christ's  left  hand. 

7  Let  not  these  warnings  be  in  vain,, 

But  lend  a  list'ning  ear, 
Lest  you  should  meet  them  all  again, 

When  wrapt  in  keen  despair. 


Hymn  308.  315 

HYMN  308.     P.  M. 

THE  faithless  world  promiscuous  flow?, 
Enrapl'd  in  fancy's  vision  ; 
Allur'd  by  signs,  beguil'd  by  show, 
la  empty  dreams,  and  scarcely  know 
There  is  a  brighter  heaven. 

2  Fine  gold  will  change  and  diamonds  fade, 
Swift  wings  to  wealth  are  given  ; 

All  varying  lime,  our  forms  invade; 
The  seasons  roll,  life  sinks  in  shade: 
There's  nothing  lasts  but  heaven. 

3  Empires  decay  and  nations  die, 
Our  hopes  to  winds  are  driven; 

The  vernal  blooms  in  ruin  lie, 
Death  reigns  o'er  earth,  and  air,  and  sky  ; 
There's  nothing  lives  but  heaven. 

4  Creation's  mighty  fabric,  all, 
Will  be  to  atoms  riven, 

The  sky  consume,  the  planets  fall, 
ConvulVions  wreck  this  earthly  ball; 
There's  nothing  firm  but  heaven. 

5  This  world  is  poor,  from  shore  to  shore, 
And  like  a  baseless  vision  ; 

Their  lofty  domes  and  brilliant  ore. 
Their  gems,  and  crowns,  and  veins,  are  poor 
There's  nothing  rich  but  heaven. 


it 6  Hymn  309. 

()  A  stranger,  lonely,  here  1  roam, 
From  place  to  place  I'm  driven; 

My  friends  are  gone,  and  I'm  in  gloom. 

This  earth  is  all  a  dreary  tomb, 
I  have  no  home  but  heaven. 

7  The  clouds  disperse,  the  light  appears; 

My  sins  are  all  forgiven  ; 
Triumphant  grace  has  quell'd  my  fears  : 
Ivoll  on,  ye  sun,  fly  swifter,  years, 

I'm  on  the  wing  for  heaven. 

-  Adieu  to  all  below — adieu, 

Let  life's  dull  chain  be  riven  ; 
The  charms  of  Christ  have  caught  my  view 
To  worlds  of  light  I  will  pursue, 

To  live  with  him  in  heaven. 


HYMN  309.     P.  M, 

EAPJ^^EN,  ye  sprightly,  and  attend,  ye 
j^j^  vain  ones. 

Pause  in  your  mirth,  adversity  consider; 
Learn  from  afriend's  pen,  sentimenial,  painful. 
Sick-bed  reflection. 

•^  Healthful  and  gay,  like  you  I  spent  my  mo-^ 

ments, 
I'ondly  my  heart  said,  joy  shall  last  for  ever : 
JUit  I'd  forgotten  man  has  no  enjoyments. 
But  by  permission. 


Hymn  309.  317 

:>  Sudden  &awful,  from  the  height  ofpleasure, 
By  pain  and  sickness  thrown  upon  a  death- 
bed; 
Vain  is  its  softness  to  assuage  the  pain  of 
Raging  disorder. 

4  Kindest  attention  by  my  friends  most  hu- 

mane, 
With  the  profound  skill  of  a  kind  physician: 
All  skill  is  baffled,  while  distress  and  anguish 
Torture  my  whole  frame. 

5  Vain  are  my  groanings,  all  complaints  are 

fruitless, 
Changing  my  place  does  not  abate  my  fever; 
Here,  like  a  reptile  on  a  bed  of  embers, 
Tortur'd  I  languish. 

6  Hopes  of  recov'ry  my  fond  heart  indulged, 
Till  my  physician,  to  my  great  amazement, 
Kindly  inform'd  me  that  mycase  wasdesp'rate; 

Death  swift  approaching: 

7  Wonders  on  wonders  to  my  view  now  open  ; 
Life  is  receding,  to  the  grave  I'm  hast'ning: 
Am  I  prepared?  this  dread  moment  must  I 

Meet  my  Creator  ? 

S  Twenty-five  years  I've  speni  without  con^ 

sidering 
Man  was  a  mortal,  dependent  on  a  moment ; 
Life  but  a  shadow,  time  a  flying  arrow, 
Quick  to  dispel  it. 


318  Hymn  310. 

0  Oft  have  I  listen'd  while  death-bells  were 
tolling. 

Seen  the  graves  open,  with  spectators  mourn- 
ing. 

But  was  myself,  in  spite  of  all  these  warnings, 
Long  life  expecting. 

10  Counsels  I've  slighted,  warnings  I've  re- 

jected, [banish'd, 

In  my  gay  moments,  thoughts  of  death  I've 
When  grown  gray-headed,  I  have  oft  resolv'd, 
Death  to  prepare  for. 

11  Time  in  advance  to  me  seem'd  moving 

slowly. 
Days  without  numbpr  I  propos'd  for  pleasure  ; 
But  they  are  blasted  !     Now  behold  the  end  of 
Procrastination  ! 

12  Tortur'd  in  body,  not  a  limb  escapes  it. 
No  sweet  composure  to  direct  one  prayer, 
All  is  disorder!  yet  my  state  eternal 

Now  is  depending. 

13  O,  ghastly  death  !    pray  stop  one  moment 

longer, 
While  I  give  warning  to  my  gay  companions  ' 
No  time  is  granted  lor  expostulation; 
Shun  my  example. 

HYMN  .310.     P.  M. 

eOW  lost  was  my  condition 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole ; 


Hymn  310. 

There  is  but  one  Physician 
Can  cure  a  sin-sick  poiiI  : 

Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 
And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave, 

To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wondrous  fiower  to  save. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light,  compar'd  to  sin; 
On  ev'ry  part  it  seizes, 

But  ra^es  most  within  : 
'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever. 

And  madness  all  comhin'd; 
And  none  but  a  believer 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

:]  From  men  great  skill  professing, 

I  sought  a  cure  to  gain  ; 
But  this  prov'd  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  njy  pain. 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me.. 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost; 
Thus  ev'ry  refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

4  At  length  this  great  Physician 
(How  matchless  is  his  grace) 

Accepted  my  petition, 
And  undertook  iny  case  : 

First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him, 
For  sin  mine  eyes  had  seal'd : 


320  Hymn  311. 

Then  bade  me  look  unto  him ; 

I  look'd — and  I  was  heal'd. 
5  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 

Seen  by  an  eye  of  faith, 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us. 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 
Come,  then,  to  this  Physician, 

His  help  he'll  freely  give; 
lie  makes  no  hard  condition — = 

'Tis  only  look,  and  live. 

HYMN  311.     P.  M. 

I  AND  my  house  will  serve  the  Lord 
But  first  obedient  to  his  word 

I  must  myself  appear: 
By  actions,  words,  and  tempers  show, 
That  I  my  heavenly  Master  know, 

And  serve  with  heart  sincere. 
"2  I  must  the  fair  example  set: 
From  those  that  on  my  pleasure  wait 

The  stumbling  block  remove; 
Their  duty  by  ray  life  explain, 
And  still  in  all  my  works  maintain 

The  dignity  of  love, 
3  Easy  to  be  entreated,  mild, 
Quickly  appeas'd  and  reconcird. 

A  follower  of  my  God  : 
A  saint  indeed  I  long  to  be, 


Hymn  312.  321 

And  lead  my  faithful  family 

In  the  celestial  road, 
4  Lord,  if  thou  didst  the  wish  infuse, 
A  vessel  fitted  for  thy  use 

Into  thy  hand"?  receive: 
Work  in  me  both  to  will  and  do: 
And  show  them  how  believers  true, 

And  real  Christians  live. 
.")  With  all-sufficient  grace  supply, 
And,  lo  !  I  come  to  testify 

The  wonders  of  thy  name  ! 
Which  saves  from  sin,  the  world,  and  hell. 
Whose  virtue  ev'ry  heart  may  feel, 

And  ev'ry  tongue  proclaim. 
A  sinner,  sav'd  myself  from  sin, 

1  come  my  family  to  win. 

To  preach  their  sins  forgiven  ; 
Children,  and  wife,  and  servants  seize, 
And  through  the  paths  of  pleasantness. 

Conduct  them  all  to  heaven. 

HYMN  312.    P.M. 

JESUS.  Lord,  we  look  to  thee, 
Let  us  in  ihy  name  agree  ; 
Show  thyself  the  Prince  of  Peace: 
Bid  our  jars  for  ever  cease. 

2  By  thy  reconciling  love, 
Kv'ry  stumbling  block  remove : 


322  Hymn  313. 

Each  to  each  unite,  endear; 
Come,  and  spread  thy  banner  here. 
3  Make  us  of  one  heart  -nid  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind  ; 
Lowly,  meek,  in  thought,  and  word; 
Altogether  like  our  Lord. 
'1  Let  us  for  each  other  care, 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear: 
To  thy  church  the  pattern  give ; 
Show  how  true  believers  live. 

5  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride, 
Let  us  thus  in  God  abide  ; 

All  the  depths  of  love  express. 
All  the  heights  of  holiness. 

6  Let  us  then  with  joy  remove 
To  the  family  above  ; 

On  the  wings  of  angels  fly  ; 
Show  how  true  believers  die. 

HYMN  313.     P.  M. 

JESUS,  dear  redeeming  Lord,, 
Magnify  thy  dying  word, 
In  thine  ordinance  appear. 
Come,  and  meet  thy  foll'wers  here. 
3  la  the  rite  thou  hast  enjoin'd, 
Let  us  now  our  Saviour  find  ; 
Drink  thy  blood,  for  sinners  shed, 
Taste  thee  in  the  brokea  bread. 


Hymn  314.  323 

3  Thou  our  faithful  hearts  prepare, 
Thou  thy  pard'ning  grace  declare  : 
Thou  that  hast  for  sinners  died, 
Show  thyself  the  Crucified  ! 

4  All  the  power  of  sin  remove, 
Fill  us  with  thy  perfect  love; 
Stamp  us  with  the  stamp  divine, 
Seal  our  souls  for  ever  thine. 

HYMN  314.     P.  M. 

]1^/M"AN,  at  his  first  creation,  in  Eden  God 

JLf  JB.  did  piare, 

The  public  head  and  father  of  all  the  human 

race; 
"Twas  by  the  subtle  serpent  he  was  beguil'd 

and  fell, 
And  through  his  disobedience,  was  doom'd  to 

death  and  hell. 

2  Death  was  pronounc'd  against  him,  death 

was  the  penalty  ; 

The  law  of  God  was  broken,  and  must  ful- 
filled be  ; 

But  man.  the  helpless  creature,  unable  to 
perform 

The  smallest  jot  or  tittle,  to  build  his  hopes 
upon : 

3  Whilst  in  this  situation,  behold  the  promise 

made.  [serpent's  head, 

The  offspring  of  the  woman  shall  bruise  the 


324  Hymn  314. 

Destroy  the  powers  of  darkness,  that  man 

should  only  feel 
The  malice  of  the  serpent,  a  raghig  at  his  heel. 

4  The  scripture,    it  was  given  in  spirit  and 

in  truth  : 
In  darksome  types  and  shadows  the  Saviour 

was  set  forth ; 
Its  sacrifice  and  off' rings,  was  on  the  altar 

slain — 
No  blood  of  goats  and  heifers  can  take  away 

the  stain. 

5  Lo!  at  the  time  appointed,  Jesus  unveil'd 

his  face, 
Assum'd  our  human  nature,  and  sufFer'd  in 

our  place  : 
He  suffer'd  on  Mount  Calv'ry — yes,  there  he 

ransom'd  me  : 
The  law  demands  attention  to  pay  the  penalty. 

G  With  rugged  thorns  they  pierced,  and  nail'd 

him  to  the  tree, 
All  nature  seem'd  to  mourn,  to  behold  the 

cruelty; 
But  justice  cried  against  him,  come  pay  the 

sinner's  due,  [must  go  through. 

The  debt  you've  undertaken,  you  therefore 

7  They  plac'd   him   in  a  sepulchre,    it  was 

near  at  hand  ;  [cold  iron  band; 

The  grave  it  could  not  hold  him,  nor  death's 


Hymn  315.  325 

He  burst  the  bars  asunder,  he  pull'd  their 

kingdom  down, 
lie  o'ercame  his  enemies,  and  wears  a  starry 

crown. 
S  Now  at  his  resurrection,  to  Mary  he  ap- 

pear'd : 
(jO,  tell  to  my  disciples,  what  you  have  seen 

and  heard; 
Go,  tell  them  I  am  risen,  and  death  can  do  no 

more, 
I'm  going  to  my  Father,  to  live  for  evermore. 

9  He  came  to  his  disciples,  and  found  them 

all  alone. 
And  gave  them  their  commission,  to  make 

his  gospel  known  : 
Go,  preach  it  to  all  nations,  baptize  them  in 

my  name,  [shame. 

Beginning  at  Jerus'lem,  'twas  there  I  sufter'd 

10  Go,  preach  it  to  all  nations,  that  they  may 

hear  and  know,  [may  go; 

Go,  publish  free  salvation,  that  men  to  heaven 
In  ev '  ry  sore  temptation,  you  succor  I  will  send , 
And  lo !  I  will  be  with  you,  until  the  world 

shall  end. 

HYMN  315.     P.M. 

WHAT  fair  one  is  this,  from  the  wilder- 
ness trav'ling, 
I.eaning  on  Christ,  the  belov'd  of  her  heart  ^ 
X 


326  Hymx^t  3 15. 

Ah  !  this  is  the  Church,  the  lair  bride  of  the 

Saviour, 
She,  with  every  idol,  is  willing  to  part: 
While  beasts  of  dark  midnight  are  constantly 

howling. 
And  Babylon's  bells  are  continnally  tolling, 
To  see  all  the  craft  of  her  merchaDts  is  falling, 
And  Jesus  is  taking  the  ground  far  and  near. 

2  There  is  sweet  sound  in  the  gospel  nov,- 

ringing, 

AVhile  sinners  do  tremble,  and  Satan  doth  roar ; 

The  saints  on  their  way  home  to  glory  are 
singing. 

By  grace  they're  determin'd  to  reach  the  blest 
shore. 

Old  forma!  professors  are  crying  "delusion," 

And  high-minded  Pharisees  say,  "  'tis  con- 
fusion," 

While  grace  is  pour'd  out  in  a  blessed  effusion, 

And  saints  are  rejoicing  to  see  Babel  fall. 

3  The  gospel  is  preached  in  ev'ry  city  ; 
The  doctors  and  lawyers  are  turning  to  God : 
While  God  and  his  children,  do  poor  sinners 

pity, 

And  warn  them  to  turn,  and  believe  in  his  word. 

In  the  desert  are  fountains  continually  spring- 
ing' 

The  heavenly  music  of  Zion  is  rmgmg, 


Hymn  316.  327 

The  saints  all  their  tithes  and  ofF'riD^s  are 

bringing, 
They  tha.s  prove  the  Lord,  and  his  blessing 

receive. 

4  The  name  of  the  Saviour  is  worthy  of  prais- 
ing, .      , 

Old  saints  and  young  converts  delight  in  tiio 
theme ; 

The  heralds  of  Jesus  his  standard  are  raising, 

And  call  on  poor  sinners  to  bow  to  the  same. 

Those  heralds  are  trav'ling,  the  gospel  thus 
preaching, 

And  all  that  will  hear  them,  they /ree/?/ are 
teaching  ; 

The  hearts  of  poor  sinners,  the  power  is  reach' 

ing; 
The  stone  of  the  mountain  will  soon  fill  the 
earth. 

HYMN  316.     P.  M. 

'HEN  I  set  out  for  glory, 
I  left  the  world  behind, 
Determin'd  for  a  city. 
That's  out  of  sight  to  find. 

CHORnS. 

And  to  glory  I  will  go — 

And  to  glory  I  will  go — Vll  go,  I'll  go^ 

And  to  glory  1  icill  go. 


t28  Hymn  316, 

2  I  left  my  world iy  honor—- 
I  left  ray  worldly  fame — 

I  left  my  young  companions, 
And  With  them  my  good  name. 

3  Some  said  I'd  better  tarry  : 
They  thought  I  was  too  young 

For  to  prepare  for  dying: 
But  that  was  all  wy  theme. 

4  Come  all  my  loving  brethren, 
And  listen  to  my  cry  ; 

All  you  that  are  backsliders 

Must  shortly  beg  or  die. 
And  to  begging  I  will  go — 
And  to  btggi7ig  I  trill  go— will  go,  icill  go. 
And  to  begging  1  mil  go. 

5  The  Lord  he  loves  the  beggar, 
Who  truly  begs  indeed  ; 

lie  always  will  relieve  him 
Whene'er  he  stands  in  need. 

0  I  do  not  beg  for  riches, 

Nor  to  be  dressed  fine : 
The  garment  that  he'll  give  me,. 

The  sun  it  will  outshine. 

7  I'm  not  asham'd  to  beg 

While  here  on  earth  I  stay  ; 
I'm  not  asham'd  to  watch — 

And  I'm  not  asham'd  to  pray. 


Hymn  317.  329 

S  The  richest  man  I  ever  saw 
Was  one  that  b«gg'd  the  most ; 

Hia  soul  was  fill'd  with  Jesus, 
And  with  the  Holy  Ghost. 

9  And  now  we  are  encourag'd, 

Come  let  us  travel  on. 
Until  we  join  the  ang^-'s, 

And  sing  the  holy  so.ig. 
And  to  glory  I  wilt  go,  5fc. 


HYMN  317.     L.M. 

MY  dearest  friends,  in  hunds  of  love 
Our  hearts,  in  sweetest  union,  prove 
Your  friendship  like  a  drawing  band  ; 
Yet  we  naust  take  the  parting  hand. 
Your  presence  sweet,  your  union  dear, 
Your  words  delightful  to  my  ear ; 
And  when  I  see  that  we  must  part. 
You  draw  like  cords  around  my  heart. 

2  How  sweet  the  hours  have  pass'd  away^ 
When  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray; 
How  loath  I've  been  to  leave  the  place, 
When  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  face ; 
O  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  it  would  cheer  my  struggling  mind  ! 
But  duty  makes  me  understand, 
That  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 


330  Hymn  318. 

3  And  since  it  is  God's  holy  will, 
We  must  be  parted  for  a  while ; 
In  sweet  subnnission,  all  in  one, 
We'll  say,  our  Father's  will  be  done. 
Dear  fellow  youth,  in  christian  ties, 
Who  seek  for  mansions  in  the  skies — 
Fiaht  on,  you'll  win  that  happy  shore, 
Where  parting  hands  are  known  no  more. 

4  How  oft  I've  seen  the  flowing  tears, 
And  heard  you  tell  your  hopes  and  fears, 
Your  hearts  with  love  have  seem'd  to  flame, 
Which  makes  me  hope  we'll  meet  again. 
Ye  mourning  souls  in  sad  surprise, 

Jesus  remembers  all  your  cries  ; 
O  taste  his  grace,  in  all  that  land 
We'll  no  more  lake  the  parting  hand. 


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HYMN  318.     P.  M. 

HEN  shall  we  all  meet  again? 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ^ 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  aspire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 

Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 
2  Though  iu  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parch'd  beneath  the  hostde  sky  ; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rdlls. 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls ; 


Hymn  319.  33) 

And  in  faucy's  wide  domain, 
There  shall  we  all  meet  again. 

3  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamp?  are  dead  ; 
W^hen  in  cold  oblivion's  sliade, 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid, 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again, 

HYMN  319.     P.  M. 

WHEN  souls  are  first  converted, 
They  mount  on  wings  above. 
The  world  thinks  they're  distracted 

Because  they're  fill'd  with  love. 
They  fly  from  ev'ry  evil, 

They  trust  in  God  alone. 

They  long  to  get  to  heaven. 

Their  most  desired  home. 

2  The  world,  the  flesh,  and  Satan 
Beset  them  on  each  hand. 

Bestrew  their  patiis  with  evil. 

Debar  them  from  that  land  ; 
But  Jesus  still  invites  yon, 

Come  follow,  follow  me, 
And  I  vx'ill  fight  your  battles 

And  gain  your  liberty. 

3  O  !  why  are  you  dismayed. 
The  Saviour  now  inquires. 


:^32  Hymn  320. 

When  we  are  getting  ready, 
And  just  are  going  to  rise; 

To  rise  above,  triumphing, 
In  that  bright  woild  of  joy, 

Wliere  all  things  are  provided, 
There's  nothing  to  annoy. 

4  In  hopes  of  that  bright  mornin< 

When  all  the  saints  get  home, 
When  we  arrive  at  heaven. 

Our  most  desired  hume, 
I'll  try  to  live  a  Christian 

While  here  below  I  stay, 
I'll  watch  and  I'll  be  sober, 

I'll  watch  and  try  to  pray. 

HYMN  320.     P.  I\r. 

MY  soul  is  full  of  glory, 
Inspiring  my  tongue ; 
Could  I  meet  with  angels, 
I  would  sing  them  a  song  ; 

1  would  sing  of  my  Jesus, 

And  tell  of  his  charms, 
And  beg  them  to  bear  me 
To  his  loving  arms. 

2  Methinks  they're  descending 
To  hear  what  I  sing; 

Well  pleas'd  to  hear  mortals 
Praising  their  King: 


Hymn  320.  333 


0  angels,  O  angels  ! 
My  soul's  in  a  flame ; 

1  faint  in  sweet  raptur::s 

At  Jesus'  name. 

3  O  Jesus !  O  Jesus ! 
Thou  balm  of  my  soul, 

'Twas  thou,  my  dear  Jesus, 
That  made  my  heart  whole 

O  bring  me  to  view  thee. 
Thou  precious  sweet  King, 

In  oceans  of  glory 
Thy  praises  to  sing. 

4  O  heaven  !  sweet  heaven  ! 
I  long  to  be  there, 

To  meet  all  my  brethren, 
And  Jesus,  my  dear": 

Come  angels  !  come  angels  ! 
I'm  ready  to  fly  ; 

Come  quickly,  cimvey  me 
To  God  in" the  sky. 

5  Sweet  Spirit,  attend  me 
Till  Jesus  shall  come; 

Protect  and  defend  me 
Till  I  am  call'd  home: 

Though  worms  my  poor  body 
May  claim  as  tlieir  prey, 

'Twill  outshine,  when  rising 
The  sun  at  noon  day. 


334  Hymn  320. 

6  The  sun  shall  be  darken'd, 
The  mooa  turn'd  to  blood  ; 

The  mountains  all  melt 
x'\t  the  presence  o!  God; 

Red  lightnings  may  flash, 
Loud  thuiider>!  tna y  roar  ; 

All  this  canno   daunJ  me 
On  Canaan's  blest  shore. 

7  A  glimpse  of  bright  glory 
Surprises  my  sou! ; 

I  sink  in  sweet  visions 
To  view  the  bright  goal : 

My  soul,  while  I'm  singing, 
Is  leaping  lo  go  : 

This  moment  for  heaven 
I'd  leave  all  below. 

S  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren.. 

My  Lord  bids  me  come  ; 
Farewell,  my  dear  sisters, 

I'm  now  going  home; 
Bright  angels  are  whisp'ring 

So  sweet  in  my  ear, 
Away  to  my  Saviour 

My  spirit  will  boar. 

9  I'm  going,  I'm  going. 

But  what  do  I  see  ? 
'Tis  Jesus  in  glory 

Appears  unto  nie ! 


Hymn  331.  335 

I'm  going,  I'm  going, 

I'm  going,  I'm  gone  ! 
O  glory  !  O  glory  ! 

'Tis  done !  it  is  done  . 

10  To  the  regions  of  glory 

The  spirit  is  fled, 
And  left  this  poor  body 

Inactive  and  dead ; 
With  angelic  armies 
In  glory  to  blaze, 
On  Jesus'  beauties 
For  ever  to  gaze. 
11  When  the  six  seals  shall  open, 

The  trumpet  shall  sound  : 
To  awake  God's  dear  children 

That  sleep  under  ground; 
Their  souls  and  their  bodies 

Shall  then  join  in  one, 

And  each  from  their  Saviour 

Receive  a  bright  crown. 

HYMN  321.    P.  M. 

ROM   whom   doth   this  love  and  this 
M  ■  union  arise. 

That  knits  and  so  fastens  our  souls  •«  ^"ch  ties, 
That  hatred  and  mahce  are  conquer  d  by  love, 
f^o  that  nature  and  distance  those  lies  can  t 


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336  Hymn  321. 

2  In  the  garden  of  nature  ii  cannot  be  found, 
It  grows  and  increases  on  Imniaiiuers  ground; 
From  the  veins  of  the  Saviour  it  tiows  ever 

sweet, 
And  we  drink  it  most  plenty  at  Jesus'  feet. 

3  When  in  heavenly  places  together  we  sit, 
Where  the  elders,  and  brethren,  and  sisters 

are  met. 
This  love  glows  so  sweetly  in  ev'ry  heart. 
We  feel  so  united  we're  loth  for  to  part. 

4  The  time  so  unnoticed  passes  away, 

We  scarcely  can  miss  ;i  whole  night  or  a  day; 
The  union  we  feel  and  the  love  here  enjoy'j 
Are  such  that  our  souls  can  never  be  cloy'd. 

5  We  preach  and  we  pray,  and  we  talk  and 

we  sing  ; 
We  tell  our  experience  again  and  again  : 
We  talk  about  parting,  but  still  we  remain 
In  love  so  united  we  cannot  contain. 

G  Each  43rother  and  sister  their  tithes  must 

bring  in  ; 
Each  one  then  doth  tell  of  some  wonderful 

thing ; 
Our  love  then  increases  to  a  glorious  flame, 
And  we  give  all  the  glory  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 


Hymn  322.  337 

HYMN  322.    P.  M. 

A  MONG  the  Jewish  nations  one  Daniel 
xm.  there  was  found, 

Whose   unexampled    piety   astonish'd   all  a- 

round ; 
They  saw  him  very  pious  and  faithful  to  the 

Lord, 
Three  times  a  day  he  bowed  to  supplicate  his 

God. 

2  Among  the  king's  high  princes  this  Daniel 

was  the  first, 
The  king  preferr'd  the  spirit  this  Daniel  did 

possess ; 
His  unexampled  piety  susiam'd  their  jealousy, 
The  princes  sought  liis  rum— obtained  a  firm 

decree  : 

3  Should  any  man  or  woman,  a  supplication 

bring, 
For  thirty  days  ensuing,  save  unto  thee,  O 

king : 
To  any  lord  or  master,  or  any  other  man. 
They  should,  without  distinction,  fall  in  the 

lions'  den. 

i  But  now,  when  Daniel  heard  it,  straight  to 

his  house  he  went, 
To  beg  his  God's  protection,   'twas  all  his 

whole  intent ; 


338  Hymn  322. 

His  windows  being  open,  before  his  God  he 

bovv'd : 
The  piinces  were  assembled — they  saw  him 

worship  God.  , 

5  They  came  to  king  Darius,  and  spake  or' 

his  decree, 
Saying,  that  Hebrew,   Daniel,  doth  nothing 

care  for  thee : 
Before  his  God  he  boweth  three  times  in  ev'ry 

day, 
With  all  his  windows  open,  and  we  have 

heard  hira  pray. 

G  Now  when  Darius  heard  it,  his  soul  did  soro 

lament. 
He  set  his  heart  on  Daniel,  the  sentence  to 

prevent ; 
The  princes  then  assembled,  and  to  the  king 

they  said, 
Remember  your   great  honor,   likewise  the 

laws  you  made. 

7  Darius  then  com.iianded  that  Daniel  should 

be  brought, 
And  cast  into  the  lion's  den,  because  the  Lord 

he  sought ; 
The  king  then  said  to  Daniel,  that  God  whom 

you  adore, 
Will  save  you  from  the  lions,  and  bless  you 

evermore. 


Hymn  322.  339 

3  The  king  went  to  his  palace,  and  fasted  ali 

the  night, 
He  neither  eat  nor  drank,  nor  in  music  took 

delight : 
So  early  the  next  morning,  he  stole  along  the 

way, 
And  came  unto  the  lions'  den,  where  this  bold 

Hebrew  lay. 

9  Then  with  a  voice  of  mourning,  to  Daniel 

cried  aloud, 
Saying,  O  Daniel,  Daniel,  thou  servant  of  the 

Lord  ; 
Is  not  thy  God  sufficient  for  to  deliver  thee  ? 
That  God  in  whom  thou  trustest,  and  serves 

continually. 

10  My  God  hath  sent  his  angel  and  shut  the 
lion's  jaws, 

So  that  they  have  not  hurt  me — my  enemies 

they  saw. 
Then  straight  the  king  commanded  to  take 

him  out  the  den. 
Because  in  God  he  trusted,  no  harm  was  found 

in  him. 

11  See  how  the  faithful  Daniel,  fear'd  not  the 

face  of  clay, 
"Tvvas  not  the  king's  commandment  that  man  > 
him  cease  to  pray  ; 


340  Hymn  322. 

He  knew  that  God  was  with  him,  to  save  his 

soul  from  death, 
He  trusted  in  Jehovah,  and  prayed  at  ev'ry 

breath. 

SECOND    PART. 

DARIUS  then  commanded  those  wretches 

to  be  brought. 
Who  had  with  so  much  boldness  the  Wfe  of 

Daniel  sought ; 
On  women,  men,  and  children,  the  sentence 

being  pass'd, 
Among  the  angry  lions  those  sinners  then  were 

cast. 

2  The  lions  rush'd  with  vengeance  upon  those 

wicked  men. 
And  tore  them  all  in  pieces  ere  they  to  the 

bottom  came. 
Thus  God  will  save  his  children  who  put  their 

trust  in  him.  [treme. 

And  punish  their  offenders  with  agonies  ex- 

3  'Twas  then  a  proclamation  Darius  issued 

forth. 
Commanding  all  the  people  that  dwelt  upon 

the  earth, 
To  fear  the  God  of  Daniel,  for  he's  the  living 

God,  [destroy'd. 

Who3e  kingdom  is  for  ever,  and  shall  not  hv. 


Hymn  322.  341 

i  He  maketh  signs  and  wonders  ia  beavea 

and  un  earth, 
Who  hath  delivered  Daniel,  and  shut  the  lions' 

mouths ; 
Who  sav'd  the  Hebrew  children,  when  cast 

into  the  flame. 
Who  is  the  God  of  heaven,  >and  spreads  his 

wide  domain. 

5  This   Daniel's  God  is  gracious  to  all  his 

children  dear, 
H«  gives  them  consolation,  and  tells  them  not 

to  fear ; 
He's   promis'd   to  support  them,   and  bring 

them  safe  to  dwell 
Eternally  in  heaven,  but  dooms  their  foes  to 

hell. 

^  Hark !  sinners,  hear  the  gospel,  it  says  to 

you  repent. 
Come,  try  a  bleeding   Saviour,  for  you  his 

blood  was  spilt. 
He  died  to  purchase  pardon,  that  we  might, 

by  his  power. 
Escape  the  roaring  lions  thai  seek  us  to  devour. 

7  O  will  you  be  persuaded  by  one  who  loves 

your  soul, 
Xo  turn  and  seek  salvation,  with  Christ  iu 

heaven  to  dwell :    . 

Y 


342  Hymn  323. 

Come,  serve  the  God  of  Daniel,  'tis  Jesas 

bids  you  come, 
You'll  find  a  heart v  welcome  in  Christ,  the 

bleeding  Lamb. 

8  Glory  to  God,  O  glory,  for  his  redeeming 

love, 
Religion  makes  us  happy  here,  and  will  ia 

worlds  above  ; 
We'll  sing   bright  hallelujahs,  and  join  the^ 

holy  song, 
With  Moses,   job,   and  Daniel,  and  all  the 

heavenly  throng. 

HYMN  323.     C.  M. 

COME,  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims,  now 
The  joyful  news  I'll  tell : 
The  Lord  hath  sent  salvation  down, 

To  save  our  souls  from  hell ; 
The  angels  brought  the  tidings  down. 

To  shepherds  in  the  field. 

That  God  to  man  is  reconcil'd 

His  Son  to  men  reveal'd. 

CHORUS. 

Sing  glory,  honor,  to  the  Lamb, 

Salvation  to  our  King ; 
Let  all  that's  wasWd  in  Jesus'  hlootf 

His  glorious  praises  sing, 

2  Come,  all  ye  poor,  despised  so u1«^ 
Unto  his  fold  repair  i 


Hymn  324.  343 

Where  God  his  boundless  love  unfolds. 

And  says  he'll  meet  us  there, 
llis  glorious  presence  fills  our  souls 

With  songs  of  loudest  praise  ; 
Let  all  that  want  a  Saviour  dear, 

Their  hearts  and  voices  raise. 

3  There's  glory,  glory,  in  my  soul, 
It  came  from  heaven  above  ; 

Which  makes  me  praise  my  God  so  bold, 

And  his  dear  children  love. 
I'll  serve  the  bleeding  Lamb  of  God, 

1  love  his  ways  so  well ; 
Because  his  precious  blood  was  shed 

To  save  ray  soul  from  hell. 

4  When  weeping  Mary  came  to  seek 
Her  Lord,  with  a  perfume. 

The  napkin  and  the  sheet  she  found 

Together  in  the  tomb  ; 
The  angel  said.  He  is  not  here, 

He's  risen  from  the  dead ; 
And  streams  of  grace  to  sinners  flow 

As  free  as  did  his  blood. 

HYMN  324.     P.  M. 

LUKEWARM  souls,   the  foe  growg. 
stronger, 
See  what  hosts  your  camp  surround; 
Arm  to  battle,  lag  no  longer, 
Hark  !  the  silver  trumpets  sowvA^ 


344  Hymn  324. 

Wake,  ye  sleepers,  wake!  what  mean  yo'a 

Sin  besets  )ou  round  about; 
Up  and  search,  the  world's  within  you, 

Slay,  or  chase  the  traitor  out. 

2  What  enchants  you,  sloth  or  pleasure? 
Pluck  right  eyes — with  right  hands  parti 

Ask  your  conscience  Where's  your  treasure; 

For  be  certain  there's  your  heart: 
Give  the  fawning  foe  no  credit; 

See  the  bloody  flag  unfurl'd; 
That  base  heart,  the  truth  hath  said  it, 

Loves  not  God,  that  loves  the  world. 

3  God  and  mamnnon  !  O,  be  wiser. 
Serve  them  both  !  it  cannot  be ; 

Ease  in  warfare  !  saint  and  miser, 

These  can  never  well  agree  : 
Shun  the  shame  of  basely  falling, 

Cumber'd  captives,  clogg'd  with  cla}-. 
Prove  your  faith,  make  sure  your  calling. 

Wield  the  sword,  and  win  the  day. 

4  Onward  press  toward  perfection, 
Watch  and  pray,  and  all  things  prove; 

Seek  to  know  your  own  election  ; 

Set  your  hearts  on  things  above  t 
Shun  backsliding,  scorn  dissembling, 

Lo  !  salvation's  near  in  view  ; 
Work  it  out  with  fear  and  trembling^. 

'Tis  yoar  God  that  works  i^  yan. 


Hymn  325.  345 


S 


HYMN  325.     S.  M. 

FIRST    PART. 

OLDIERS  of  Christ,  arise, 


And  put  your  armor  on. 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 

Through  his  eternal  Son  ; 

Strong  in  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power. 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 

Is  more  than  conqueror. 

2  Stand,  then,  in  his  great  might, 
With  all  his  strength  endii'd; 

But  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 

The  panoply  of  God: 

That  having  all  th'ogs  done. 

And  all  your  conflicts  past. 
Ye  may  o'ercome  through  Christ  alone 

And  stand  entire  at  last. 

3  Stand,  then,  against  your  foeS; 
In  close  and  firm  array  ; 

Legions  of  wily  fiends  oppose 

Throughout  the  evil  day  : 

But  meet  the  sons  of  night, 

But  mock  their  vain  design, 
Arm'd  in  the  arms  of  heavenly  light, 

Of  righteousness  divine. 

i  Leave  no  unguarded  place^ 
No  weakness  of  the  soul  • 


346  Hymn  325. 

Take  ev'ry  virtue,  ev'ry  grace, 

And  fortify  the  whole  : 

Indissolubly  join'd, 

To  battle  all  proceed; 
Bui  arm  yourselvps  with  all  the  mind 

That  was  in  Christ  your  Head. 

SECOND    PART. 

BUT,  above  all.  lay  hold 
On  fiith's  victorious  shield; 

Arm'd  with  that  adamant  and  gold.. 
Be  sure  to  win  the  field  : 
If  faith  surround  your  heart, 
Satan  shall  be  subdu'd; 

RepL'U'd  his  ev'ry  fiery  dart. 

And  quench'd  witli  Jesus'  blood. 

2  Jesus  hath  died  for  you  ! 

What  can  his  love  withstand  ? 
Believe,  hold  fast  your  shield,  and  whe 

Shall  pluck  you  from  his  hand? 

Believe  that  Jesus  reigns. 

All  power  to  him  is  given: 
Believe,  till  freed  from  sin's  remains, 

Believe  yourselves  to  heaven  ! 

3  To  keep  your  armor  bright, 
Attend  with  constant  care; 

Still  walking  in  your  Captain's  sight. 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 


Hymn  325.  347 

Ready  for  all  alarms, 

Steac5f.i«tly  set  your  Ci\ce, 
And  always  exercise  youi'  arms, 

And  use  your  ev'ry  grace. 
4  Prny,  without  ceasing,  pray, 

(Your  Captain  gives  th.e  word,) 
His  summons  cheerlully  obey, 

And  call  upon  the  Lord  : 

To  God  your  ev'ry  want 

Id  instant  prayer  display  : 
Fray  always;  pray,  and  never  faint; 

Pray,  without  ceasing,  pray. 

THIRD  PART. 

IN  fellowship  alone, 

To  God  with  fiith  draw  near: 
Approach  his  courts,  besiege  his  throne, 

VYith  all  the  power  of  prayer; 

Go  to  his  temple,  go. 

Nor  from  his  altar  move  ; 
Let  ev'ry  house  his  worship  know, 

And  ev'ry  heait  his  love. 
2  To  God  your  spirits  dart ; 

Your  souls  in  words  declare  ; 
Or  groan  to  him  who  reads  the  heart, 

Th' unutterable  prayer; 

His  mercy  now  implore, 

And  now  show  forth  his  praise, 
In  shouts,  or  silent  awe,  adore 

His  miracles  of  grace. 


348  Hymn  326. 

3  Pour  out  your  souls  to  God, 
And  bow  them,  with  your  knees; 

And  spread  your  hearts  and  hands  abroad, 

And  pray  for  Zion's  peace  ; 

Your  guides  and  bretliren  bear 

For  ever  on  your  m)!id  ; 
Extend  the  arms  of  'jjighty  prayer, 

In  graspinir  all  mankind. 

4  From  strength  to  strength  go  on, 
Wrestle,  and  light,  and  pray: 

Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day; 
Still  let  t!ie  Spirit  cry. 
In  all  hi.*  soldiers.  ••  Come," 

Till  Christ  the  Lord  de.scend  from  high. 
And  take  the  eonqu'rors  home. 

HYMN  :^26.     P.  M. 

THE  voice  of  free  grace 
Cries  escape  to  the  mountain, 
For  Adam's  lost  race 

Christ  hath  open'd  a  fountain: 
For  sin  and  transgression, 

And  ev'ry  pollution, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely 
In  streams  of  ablution. 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  has  piirchas'd  our  pardon : 


Hymn  327.  349 

We  will  praise  him  again 

When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 
■2  That  fountain  so  clear. 

In  which  all  may  find  pardon, 
From  Jesua'  side 

Flows  plenteous  redemption; 
Though  your  sins  were  increased 

As  high  as  a  mountain. 
His  blood  it  flows  freely  : 

O  come  to  this  fountain  ! 

3  Blest  Jesus,  ride  on, 
Thy  kingdom  is  glorious  ; 

O'er  sin,  death,  atid  hell, 

Thou  wilt  make  us  victorious. 

Thy  name  shall  be  praised. 
In  the  great  congregation, 

And  saints  shall  delight 
In  ascribing  salvation. 

4  When  on  Zioii  we  stand, 
Having  eain'd  the  blest  shore, 

With  our  harps  in  our  hand. 

We  will  praise  iiim  evnrmore; 
We'll  range  the  blest  fields. 

On  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  hallelujahs 

For  ever  and  ever, 

HYMN  327.     L.  M. 

OF  Him  who  did  salvation  bring, 
I  could  for  ever  think  and  sing ; 


350  Hymx  328. 

Arise,  ye  needy,  he'll  relieve; 
Arise,  ye  guilty,  he'll  f  >rgive. 

2  Ask  but  his  grace,  and  Id  !  'tis  given  ! 
Ask,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven  ; 
Tliough  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
Jesus,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

3  To  shame  our  sins,  he  blush'd  in  blood, 
He  clos'd  his  eyes  to  show  us  God  ; 
Let  all  the  wnrld  fall  down  and  know. 
That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show. 

4  'Tis  thee  I  love,  for  thee  alone 

I  shed  my  tears  and  make  my  moan! 
Where'er  I  im.  wherp'er  I  move, 
I  meet  the  obj-ct  of  my  love. 

5  Insatiate  to  this  spring  I  fly; 
I  drink,  and  vet  am  ever  dry; 

Ah  I  who  against  thy  charms  is  proof? 
Ah!  who  that  loves  can  love  enough? 

HYMN  328.     P.  M. 

OLOVE  Diviue.  how  sweet  thou  art 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 
All  taken  up  in  thee  ? 
I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die,   to  prove 
The  ffreatne.ss  of  redeeming  love, 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me  ! 
'■}  Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable : 


Hymn  329.  351 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
Desire  in  vain  its  depths  to  see  ; 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery. 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height. 

3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God ; 
O  that  it  now  were  siied  abroad 

In  this  poor,  needy  heart ! 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine ; 
This  only  poriion.  Lord,  be  mine  I 

Be  mine  the  better  part ! 

4  O  that  I  could  for  ever  sit 
With  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet ! 

Be  this  "the  happy  choice  ; 
My  only  care,  dehght,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice. 

5  O  that  I  could,  with  favor'd  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  br<-ast ! 
From  sin,  and  care,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  O  Lord,  to  find  in  thee 

My  everlasting  rest ! 

HYMN  329.     P.  M. 

OTHOU  in   whose   presence  my  soul 
takes  delight. 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ; 
My  comfort  by  day.  and  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hone,  my  salvation,  my  all ! 


352  Hymn  329. 

Where  dost  thou  at  noontide  resort  with  thy 
sheep, 

To  feed  on  the  pasture  of  love  ? 
For  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 

Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 

2  O  why  should  1  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 
And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 

My  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they  see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

Ye  daughters  of  Zion.  declare,  have  you  seen 
The  Star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 

Say.  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flocks  he  is  gone  ? 

3  This  is  my  Beloved,  his  form  is  divine, 
His  vestments  shed  odors  around  ; 

The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the 
vine, 

When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd. 
The  roses  of  Sharon  ;  the  lilies  that  grow, 

In  the  vales  on  the  banks  of  the  streams, 
On  his  cheeks  in  the  beauty  of  excellence  glow. 

And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams. 

4  His  voice  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 
Is  heard  through  the  shadows  of  death; 

The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 
The  air  is  perfum'd  with  his  breath. 

iiis  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow. 
That  waters  the  garden  of  grace  ; 


Hymn  330.  353 

From  which  their  salvation,  the  Gentiles  shall 
know, 

And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 
5  Love  siis  in  his  eyelids,  and  scatters  delight 

Through  all  the  bright  fnansions  on  high: 
Their  fares  the  ciierubims  veil  in  his  sight, 

And  tremble  with  fulness  of  joy. 
He  looks,  and  ten  thousatidsof  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word  ; 
He  speaks — and  eternity,  fill'd  with  his  voice, 

Re-echoes  the  praise  of  her  Lord.     , 

HYMN  330.     C.  M. 
^^  VVEET  rivers  of  redeeming  love 
j^9     Lie  just  before  mine  eye  ; 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  to  tbose  rivers  fly; 
I'd  rise  superior  to  my  pain, 

With  joy  outstrip  the  wind  ; 
I'd  cross  o'er  Jordan's  stormy  waves, 

And  leave  the  world  behind. 
2  A  few  more  days,  or  years  at  most, 

My  troubles  will  be  o'er ; 
I  hope  to  join  the  heavenly  host 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 
My  raptur'd  soul  shall  drink  and  feast 

In  love's  unbounded  sea: 
The  glorious  hope  of  endless  rest 

.b  ravishing  to  me. 


354  Hymn  330. 

3  O  come,  my  Saviour,  come  away. 
And  bear  me  lo  the  sky  ! 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay — 
Make  hasti:;  and  bring  it  nigh  : 

I  long  to  see  thy  glorious  face, 
And  in  thy  image  shine  ; 

To  triumph  in  victorious  grace. 
And  be  for  ever  thine. 

4  Then  will  I  tune  my  harp  of  gold 
To  my  eternal  King, 

Through  ages  that  can  ne'er  be  told 

I'll  make  thy  praises  ring. 
All  hail,  eternal  Son  of  God, 

Who  died  on  Calvary  ! 
Who  bought  me  with  his  precious  bloot': 

From  endless  misery. 

5  Ten  thousand  thousand  join  in  one 
To  praise  the  eternal  Three  ; 

Prostrate  before  the  blazing  throne, 

In  deep  humility; 
They  rise  and  tune  their  harps  of  gold^ 

And  join  the  immortal  choir; 
Through  ages,  that  can  ne'er  be  told^ 

Shall  raise  his  praises  higher. 

6  Salvation  in  sweet  purling  strearps 
Through  Canaan's  land  doth  roll, 

Proceeding  from  the  throne  of  Gq(I 
To  bathe  the  pilgrim's  soul ; 


Hymn  331.  355 

Ten  tbniisanc!  thousand  glitt'ring  crowns, 
All  set  with  dianuinds  l)right! 

And  there  my  Saviour  Jesus  reigns, 
Who  is  wy  heart's  delight, 

HYxMI^  331.     P.  M. 

MOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the 
Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  : 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said. 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  In  ev'ry  condition,  in  sickness  and  liealth ; 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth ; 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea ; 
As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength 

ever  be. 

3  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismay 'd, 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid  : 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee 

to  stand. 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go. 
The  rivers  of  wo  shall  not  thee  o'erflow, 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless: 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

&  W'hen   through  fiery  trials  thy  path-way 

shall  lie, 
My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply  : 


356  Hymn  332. 

The  flames  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  desiga 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  Ev'n  down  to  old  age  all  ray  people  shall 

prove, 
My  sov 'reign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 
And  when   hoary   hairs   shall   their  temples 

adorn,  [borne. 

Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be 

7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  repose, 
I  will  not.  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes; 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  tt 

shake, 
I'll  never — no,  never — no,  never  forsake. 

HYMN  332.     P.  M. 

^INCE  the  lightof  Christ  commenced; 
k5     Purest  love's  reveal'd  to  some; 
If  there  still  should  be  offences, 

Wo  to  him  by  whom  they  come. 
"Judge  not,  that  ye  be  not  judged," 

Was  the  counsel  Christ  did  give  ; 
And  the  measure  we  have  given, 

Just  the  same  we  must  receive. 

2  Jesus  says,  "  be  meek  and  lowly, 

For  'tis  high  to  be  a  judge ; 
If  I  would  be  pure  and  holy, 

I  must  love  without  a  grudge. 


Hymn  332.  357 

it  requires  a  constant  labor 

All  those  precepts  to  obey; 
If  I  truly  love  my  neighbor, 

I  am  in  the  only  way. 

3  If  I  say  unto  my  brother, 

''■  In  thine  eye  there  is  a  mote  ; 
If  you  are  a  friend  or  brother, 

Hold,  and  let  me  pull  it  out." 
But  I  could  not  get  it  fairly, 

For  my  sight  was  very  dim  ; 
When  I  came  to  see  more  clearly 

In  mine  eye  there  was  a  beam. 

4  If  I  love  my  brother  dearly, 
And  his  mote  I  would  erase. 

Then  my  light  must  shine  more  cleariy  ; 

For  the  eye's  a  tender  place. 
Others  I  have  oft  reproved, 

For  a  little  simple  mote; 
Now  I  wish  the  beam  removed — 

0  that  tears  might  wash  it  out ! 

;>  Charity  and  love  is  healing, 

This  will  give  a  clearer  sight; 
When  I  saw  my  brother's  failing, 

1  was  not  exactly  right. 
Now  I'll  take  no  further  troubio, 

Jesus'  love  is  all  my  theme  ; 
ijttle  motes  are  but  a  bubble 
When  I  think  upon  \X\Qbcain. 
7i 


:^58  Hymn  333. 

HYMN  333.     P.M. 
^AVIOUR.  visit  ihy  plantation, 
j^     Grant  us.  Lord,  a  gracious  rain ; 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Lest  thou  visit  us  again. 

CHORUS. 

Lord,  revive  us,  Lord,  revive  us, 
Lord,  revive  thy  work  in  me ; 

O  Lord,  revive  us,   O. revive  us, 
All  our  help  rnusl  corne  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high; 

Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Ev'ry  plant  should  droop  and  die, 

3  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourish'd, 
Ev'ry  part  look'd  gay  and  green; 

Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish'd; 

Happy  seasons  we  have  seen  ! 
•i  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed  ; 

Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 
5  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 

Fill'd  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth? 
Old  professors,  tail  as  cedars, 

Bright  examples  for  our  youth  ! 
«'  Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted. 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below ; 


Hymn  334.  359 

Some,  alas !  we  fear  are  blighted. 
Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

7  Younger  plants— the  sight  how  pleasact ! 
Cover'd  thick  with  blossoms  stood ; 

But  they  cause  us  grief  at  present, 
Frosts  have  nipp'd  them  in  the  bud. 

8  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither. 
Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again ; 

O  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain  ! 

9  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 
Make  us  prevalent  m  prayers; 

Let  each  one  esteem'd  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

10  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power. 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh  ; 

And  begin  from  this  good  hour 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

HYMN  334.     P.  M. 

HA.IL !  thou  blest  morn,  when  the  great 
Mediator 
Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descends  ; 
Shepherds,  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger, 

Lo  !  for  his  guide  the  bright  angels  attend. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 

Star  in  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning,  A 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid.    / 


360  Hymn  335. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining. 
Low  hes  his  bed  with  the  beast  of  the  stall; 

Angels  adore  him  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 
Brightest  and  best,  &c. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him.  in  costly  devotion; 
Odors  of  Eden,  and  off'rings  divine; 

Gems  from  the  monntain,  and  pearls  of  the 
ocean,  [mine? 

Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 
Brightest  and  best,  &c, 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation. 
Vainly  with  ^old  would  his  favor  secure  : 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor, 
Brightest  and  best,  &c. 

HYMN  335.     P.  M. 

^AVIOUR  of  the  sin-sick  soul, 
5^   Give  me  faith  to  make  me  whole  ; 
Finish  ihy  great  work  of  grace  ; 
Cut  it  short  in  righteousness 

2  Speak  the  second  time,  "  Be  clean  '" 
Take  away  my  inbred  sin: 

Ev'ry  stumbling  block  remove; 
Cast  it  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  Nothing  less  will  I  require, 
IVothing  more  can  I  desire : 


Hymn  336.  361 

None  but  Christ  to  me  be  given  ; 
None  but  Christ,  in  earth  or  heaven. 
4  O  that  I  might  now  decrease ! 
O  that  all  I  am  might  cease ! 
Let  me  into  nothing  fall  I 
Let  my  Lord  be  all  in  all! 

HYMN  336.     P.  M. 

eARK!  the  herald-angels  sing— 
"  Glory  to  the  new-born  King; 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild; 
God  and  sinners  reccmcil'd;" 
Joyful  all  ye  nations  rise, 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies; 
With  th' angelic  hosts  proclaim, 
"  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 
'2  Christ,  by  highest  heaven  ador'd, 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord; 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb ; 
Veil'd  in  flesh,  the  Godhead  see, 
Hail  th'  incarnate  Deily  ! 
Pleas'd  as  man  with  men  t' appear, 
Jesus  our  Immanuel  here. 
o  Hail,  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Hail  the  Sun  of  Righteousness! 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
Hisen  with  healing  in  his  wings  . 


362  Hymn  337. 

Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by. 
Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die: 
Born,  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth ; 
Born,  to  give  them  second  birth. 

4  Come,  Desire  of  Nations,  come ! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  home; 
Rise,  the  woman's  conqu'ring  seed, 
Bruise  in  us  the  serpent's  head ; 
Adam's  likeness  now  efface. 
Stamp  thine  image  in  its  place: 
Second  Adam  from  above, 
Reinstate  us  in  thy  love. 

HYMN  337.     P.M. 

HAPPY  soul,  thy  days  are  ended, 
All  thy  mourning  days  below  ; 
Go.  by  angel  guards  attended, 

To  the  sig!»t  of  Jesus  go. 
Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo!  the  Saviour  stands  above; 

Shows  the  purchase  of  his  merit. 

Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

2  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passiou. 

To  thy  great  Redeemer's  breast ; 
To  his  uttermost  salvation, 
To  his  everlasting  rest. 
I    For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee^ 
Bear  a  momentary  pain; 


Hymn  338.  363 

Die,  to  live  a  life  of  glory: 
Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  rcign. 

HYMN  338.    P.  M. 

HOW  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot; 
How  free  from  ev'ry  anxious  thought, 
From  worldly  hope  and  fear! 
Confin'd  to  neither  court  nor  cell, 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell ; 
He  only  sojourns  here. 

2  This  happiness  in  part  is  mine, 
Already  sav'd  from  low  design, 

From  ev'ry  creature  love! 
Blest  with  the  scorn  of  finite  good, 
My  soul  is  lighten'd  of  its  load, 

And  seeks  the  things  above. 

3  The  things  eternal  I  pursue ; 
A  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  those  that  basely  pant 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen  ; 
Their  honors,  wealth,  and  pleasures  mean, 

1  neither  have  nor  want. 

4  I  have  no  babes  to  hold  me  here ; 
But  children  more  securely  dear 

For  mine  I  humbly  claim  : 
Better  than  daughters  or  than  sons, 
Temples  divine,  of  living  stones, 

Inscrib'd  with  Jesus'  name. 


:J64  Hymn  339. 

f)  No  foot  of  land  do  I  possess : 
No  cottage  in  this  wilderness: 

A  poor  way-faring  man, 
1  lodge  awhile  in  tents  below  ; 
Or  glarlly  wander  to  and  fro, 

Till  I  my  Canaan  gain. 
G  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own  : 
A  stranger,  to  the  WDrld  unknown. 

I  all  their  goods  despise  ; 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight. 
And  seek  a  city  out  of  sight, 

A  city  in  the  skies. 
7  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair: 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 

And  my  abiding  home : 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay. 
And  angels  beckon  me  away. 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come  ! 
S  I  come,  thy  servant,  Lord,  replies: 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

And  claim  my  heavenly  rest ! 
Now  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end ; 
Now,  O  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend. 

Receive  'me  to  thy  breast  I 

HYMN  339.    P.  M. 

YE  children  of  Zion,  who're  aiming  for 
glory, 
!.ii!isted  with  Jesus  to  fight  against  hell, 


Hymn  339.  365 

New  Canaan's  bright  borders  are  now  just  be- 
fore you,  [swell. 
Though  Jordan's  proud  billows  its  banks  over- 
Ten  thousand  have  cross'd  it,  and  are  now  in 

glory, 
A  shouting  and  telling  thfe  triumphant  story; 
And  Jesus,  our  Saviour,  will  bring  us  all  over. 
In  the  land  of  sweet  Canaan  forever  to  dwell. 

2  This  makes  my  heart  joyful,  it  fills  me  with 

pleasure, 
That  suff'ring  and  toiling  will  one  day  be  o'er; 
At  the  feet  of  my  Saviour,  I'll  there  count  my 

treasure, 
Where  sin,  pain,  and  sorrow,  can  reach  me 

no  more. 
Be  bold  and  courageous,  and  fear  not  the  devil, 
Though  he  should  speak  of  you  all  manner  of 

evil, 
For  though  Satan  rages,  yet  Jesus  engages. 
To  bring  us  all  shouting  t<)  Canaan's  bright 

shore. 

3  Like  ships  on  the  ocean,  we're  tossed  by 

commotion. 
But  Christ  is  the  pilot,  and  he's  a  sure  guide; 
if  sick  and  afllicted,  kind  love  has  a  lotion 
Which  flows  in  abundance  from  Jesus'  side. 
Though  Satan's  wild  whirlwinds  like  deluges 

roaring,  [pouring, 

And  floods  of  temptation  as  hail  are  down 


366  Hymn  340. 

Though  devils  should  haunt  you,  yet  let  them 

not  daunt  you, 
For  Jesus  rules  over  the  wind  and  the  tide. 

4  I  feel  his  love  blazing,  my  spirits  are  raising, 
Had  I  angels'  pinions,  away  I  would  go, 
And  see  that  bright  city,  and  hear  angels  prais- 
And  all  the  enjoyment  of  glory  to  know  ;  [ing-. 
To  our  great  Father,  that  shines  throughout 

heaven. 
All  glory  from  saints  and  from  angels  be  given ; 
My  heart's  all  on  fire,  my  Jesus  draws  nigher, 
His  love,  like  an  ocean,  all  through  me  doth 

flow. 

5  His  love  so  constrains  me,  this  earth  can't 

contain  me, 
My  soul  is  so  joyful.  I'm  fiU'd  with  new  wine, 
'Tis  grace  that  supports  me,  and  glory  awaits 

me, 
While  beams  from  sweet  heaven  all  round  me 

do  shine ; 
Bright  angels  attend  me  where'er  I  am  going, 
fSvveet  Jesus  directs  me,  whatever  Fm  doing; 
A  subject  of  wonder,  on  which  angels  ponder, 
That  beggars  are  raised  to  a  life  so  divine. 

HYMN  310      P.  M. 

HOW  happy,  how  joyful,  how  loving  I 
feel ;  [zeal ; 

I  want  to  feel  more  love,  yea,  more  love  and 


Hymn  340.  367 

1  want  my  love  perfect,  I  want  my  love  pure, 
That  all  things  with  patience,  I  well  may  en- 
dure. 

2  I  want  to  be  little,  more  simple,  more  mild, 
3Iore  like  my  bless'd  Master,  and  more  like  a 

child,' 
More  watchful,  more  prayerful,  more  lowly  iu 

mind. 
More  thankful,  more  gentle,  more  loving  and 

kind. 
'j  I  want  to  have  wisdom  that  comesfrom  above ; 
I  want  my  heart  fill'd  with  the  purest  of  love  ; 
I  want  my  faith  stronger,  my  anchor,  hope, 

sure. 
And  like  a  good  soldier,  all  hardness  endure. 

4  I  want  to  be  stripped  of  all  human  pride ; 
All  malice  and  anger  I  would  lay  aside ; 
From  sin  and  from  bondage  I  want  to  be  free. 
And  live,  my  dear  Saviour,  live  only  like  thee. 

5  While  suff'ring.  enduring,  in  duty  believe  ; 
Forgiving,  if  any  my  spirit  should  grieve  ; 
Rememb'ring  at  all  times  what  Jesus  did  say, 
A.nd  set  out  anew,  and  begin  ev'ry  day. 

G  My  treasure  in  heaven  I  want  to  lay  up, 
Where  nothing  will  enter,  to  rust  nor  corrupt ; 
Where  no  thief,  nor  robber,  will  venture  or 
dare,  [there, 

M/ heart  and  my  treasure,  I  want  should  bo 


368  Hymn  341. 

7  My  faith,  and  ray  hope,  and  my  love,  and 

my  zeal, 
I  want  them  deep  rooted,  and  inwardly  feel ; 
My  light  I  want  clear,  that  beholders  may  see. 
How  faith  and   good  works  in  sweet  union 

agree. 

8  My  union  I  want  with  the  Father  and  Son. 
I  want  that  perfected  which  grace  hath  begun, 
^Vith  love  and  sweet  union,  that  soothes  ev'ry 

care ; 
And  with  my  dear  brethren  all  burdens  to  bear. 

9  Come  love  and  sweet  union,  to  thee  I  do  call, 
I  want  to  feel  more  love,  yea.  more  love  to  all ; 
O  come,  my  beloved,  come,  hasten  to  me. 
And  fill  up  my  vessel,  full  as  it  can  be. 

10  Come,  brethren  and  sisters,  both  aged  and 

youth, 
And  all  who  are  willing  to  walk  in  the  truth, 
Come,  fill  up  your  vessel  with  union  and  love, 
And  on  our  bless'd  journey  we'll  joyfully  move. 

11  When  time  is  no  more,  then  from  earth 

we'll  remove. 
To  dwell  in  the  regions  of  pure  light  and  love, 
With  Jesus,  our  Saviour,  and  all  holy  men. 
We'll  sing  hallelujahs  for  ever;  Amen. 

HYMN  341.     L.M. 

OGOD,  my  heart  with  love  inflame 
That  I  may  in  thy  holy  name, 


Hymn  341.  369 

Aloud  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  raise  my  voice : 
Then  will  I  shout,  then  will  I  sing 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring; 
I'll  sing  and  shout  for  evermore 
On  that  eternal  happy  shore. 

2  O  hope  of  glory,  Jesus,  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  constant  home  ; 
For  the  small  remnant  of  my  days, 
I  want  to  sing  and  shout  thy  praise: 
O  give  me,  L(trd,  a  heart  to  pray, 
And  live  rejoicing  ev'ry  day. 
To  give  thee  thanks  in  ev'ry  thing. 
And  sing  and  shout,  and  shout  and  sing. 

^>  When  on  my  dying  bed  I  lay. 

Lord,  give  me  strength  to  shout  and  pray. 

And  praise  thee  with  my  latest  breath, 

Until  my  voice  is  lost  in  death  : 

Then,  brethren,  sisters,  shouting  come, 

?>Iy  body  fiUow  to  the  tomb. 

And  as  you  march  the  solemn  road, 

Loud  sing  and  shout  the  praise  of  God. 

4  Then,  you  below,  and  I  above, 
We'll  shout  and  praise  the  God  we  love, 
Until  that  great,  tremendous  day. 
When  Gabriel's  trump  shall  wake  our  clay: 
Then  from  our  dusty  beds  we'll  spring, 
And  shout;  O  death,,  where  is  thy  sting; 


370  Hymn  342. 

O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory ! — 
We'll  shout  to  all  eternity. 

5  Our  race  is  run,  we've  gain'd  the  prize  ; 
Then  shall  the  sov'reign  of  the  skies, 
With  smiles,  unto  his  children  say — 
Come,  reign  wiih  me  in  endless  da}': 
Then,  on  that  happy,  happy  shore, 
We'll  shout  and  sing,  our  sufF'rings  o'er, 
We'll  sing  and  shout,  and  shout  and  Sing. 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring. 

HYMN  342.     P.  M. 

YE  sons  of  Avar,  I  pray  give  ear ; 
Come,  'list  as  gen'ral  volunteers; 
Become  mv  Saviour's  children  dear, 

And  be  his  valiant  soldiers. 
Then  you  shall  have  your  present  pay, 
And  feasting  live,  from  day  to  day ; 
Come,  wheel  about,  and  march  away, 
And  face  Apollyon's  forces. 

2  Ye  long  have  been  the  slaves  of  sin, 
With  vile  corruption  deep  within  ; 
The  christian  warfare  now  begin, 

And  be  as  valiant  soldiers. 
Come,  lay  your  carnal  weapons  down : 
Come,  seek  for  honors  and  renown, 
And  you  shall  wear  a  starry  crown, 

And  Jesus  will  support  you. 


Hymn  342.  371 

3  Our  Captain,  he  is  always  brave, 
And  able  all  liis  men  to  save  : 

lie's  conquer'd  death,  hell,  and  the  grave, 

And  now  he  reigns  in  glory. 
Although  your  parents  should  oppose, 
Your  nearest  friends  become  yonr  foes, 
Y'et  with  the  gospel  sweetly  close. 

And  Jesus  will  go  with  you. 

4  Come,  take  your  sword  and  glitt' ring  shield 
And  vjtith  your  helmet  take  the  field, 

And  fight  your  way,  and  never  yield, 

And  Jesus  will  support  you. 
The  breast-plate  take  of  righteousness. 
Your  feet  be  shod  with  gospel  peace. 
Be  daily  at  the  throne  of  grace, 

And  Jesus  will  support  you. 

5  Then  we  will  join  both  heart  and  hand, 
And  persevere  unto  the  end, 

To  ev'ry  duty  strict  attend, 

As  Jesus  may  direct  us: 
Then  we  can  claim  his  promise  too. 
And  on  to  glory  we  will  go  ; 
Fresh  courage  take,  ApoUyon  show, 

Our  object  is  in  heaven. 

C)  And  when  our  warfare's  at  an  end, 
Our  Captain  still  will  be  our  Friend  : 
We'll  wing  our  way,  and  straight  ascend         / 
Up  to  the  realms  of  glory. 


372  Hymn  343. 

Then  he  will  w'ly.f  our  tears  away, 
Our  night  he'll  turn  to  endless  day  ; 
And  on  our  golden  harps  we'll  play 

The  joyful  songs  of  heaven. 
7  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  year. 
Our  garments  shining  bright  and  clear — 
There  we  shall  see  our  Saviour  dear, 

The  Lord  of  life  and  glory! 

0  glorious  hope  of  perfect  peace  ! 
Our  happiness  it  ne'er  shall  cease: 
But  then  our  joys  will  still  increase,. 

In  the  bright  world  of  glory. 

HYMN  343.     C.  M. 

AS  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died, 
He  pour'd  salvation  on  a  wretch, 
That  languish'd  at  his  side. 

2  His  crimes,  with  inward  grief  and  shame 
The  penitent  coiifess'd; 

Then  turn'd  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  pr.iyer  address'd  : 

3  "Jesus,  thou  S  in  and  heir  of  heaven, 
Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ! 

1  see  thee  bath'd  in  sweat  and  tears, 

And  weU'ring  in  thy  blood. 
!  "  Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  wo, 
Jn  triumph  shalt  thou  ri;e, 


Hymn  344.  373 

Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  death, 

And  shine  above  the  skies. 
5  "  Amid  the  glories  of  that  worlds 

Dear  Saviour,  think  on  me, 
And  in  the  vicl'ries  of  thy  deatli 

Let  me  a  sharer  be." 
o  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  hears, 

And  instantly  replies: 
"To-day  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 

With  me  in  paradise." 

HYMN  344.     P.  M. 

E  who  know  your  sins  forgiv'n. 
And  are  happy  in  the  Lord. 
Have  you  read  that  gracious  promise 

Which  is  left  upon  record: 
•I  will  sprinkle  you  with  water, 
I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin, 
Sanctify  and  make  you  holy, 
I  will  dwell  and  reign  within." 

2  Tho'  you  have  much  peace  and  comfort. 

Greater  things  you  yet  may  find, 
Freedom  from  unholy  tempers, 

Freedom  from  the  carnal  mind. 
To  procure  your  perfect  freedom, 

Jesus  suffer'd,  groan'd,  and  died; 
On  the  cross  the  healing  fountain 

Gushed  from  his  wounded  sid^. 
Aa 


( 


374  Hymn  844, 

3  O  ye  tender  babes  in  Jesus, 
Hear  your  heavenly  Father's  wiii; 

Claim  your  portion,  plead  his  promise 

And  he  quickly  will  fulfil. 
Pray,  and  the  refining  fire, 

Will  come  streaming  from  above^ 
Now  believe  and  gain  the  blessing, 

Nothing  less  than  perfect  love. 

4  If  you  have  obtain'd  this  treasure. 
Search,  and  you  shall  surely  find, 

All  the  christian  marks  and  graces, 
Planted,  growing,  in  your  mind. 

Perfect  faith,  and  perfect  patience. 
Perfect  lowliness,  and  then. 

Perfect  hope,  and  perfect  meekness, 
Perfect  love  for  God  and  man. 

5  But,  be  sure  to  gain  the  witness, 
Which  abides  both  day  and  night; 

This  your  God  has  plainly  promis'd, 
This  is  like  a  stream  of  light. 

While  you  keep  the  blessed  witness. 
All  is  clear  and  calm  within  ; 

God  himself  assures  you  by  it, 

That  your  heart  is  cleans'd  from  sin. 


i 


G  Be  as  holy  and  as  happy, 
And  useful  here  below, 

As  it  is  your  Father's  pleasure, 
Jesus,  only  Jesus,  know. 


Hymn  344.  375 

spread,  O  spread  the  holy  fire, 
Tell,  O  tell,  what  God  has  doac, 

Till  the  nations  are  conformed 
To  the  image  of  his  Son. 

7  Witnesses  might  be  produced 
Of  this  glorious  work  of  love — = 

Paul  and  James,  and  John  and  Peter, 
Long  before  they  went  above. 

Hundreds,  thousands,  tens  of  thousands, 
Have,  and  do,  and  will  appear ; 

Let  me  ask  the  solemn  question, 
Has  the  Lord  a  witness  here  ? 

8  Wake  up,  brother,  wake  up,  sister, 
Seek,  O  seek  this  holy  state, 

None  but  holy  ones  can  enter 
Through  the  pure  celestial  gate  5 

Can  you  bear  the  thought  of  losing 
All  the  joys  that  are  above  ? 

No,  my  brother,  no,  my  sister, 
God  will  perfect  you  in  love. 

9  May  a  mighty  sound  from  heaven 
Suddenly  come  rushing  down, 

Cloven  tongues,  like  as  of  fire, 

May  they  set  on  all  around. 
O  may  ev'ry  soul  be  filled 

With  the  Holy  Ghost  to-dajj 
It  is  coming,  it  is  coming,  / 

O  prepare,  prepare  the  way.  \ 


376  Hymn  345. 

HYMN  345.     L.  M. 

HARK  !  don't  you  hear  the  Turtle  Dove 
The  tokens  of  redeeming  love  ! 
From  hill  to  hill  we  hear  the  sound, 
The  neighb'ring  valleys  echo  round' 
O  Zion  I  hear  the  Turtle  Dove, 
The  tokens  of  redeeming  love  : 
They're  come  the  barren  land  to  cheer. 
And  welcome  in  the  jubilee  year. 

2  The  Winter's  past,  the  rain  is  o'er. 
We  feel  the  chilling  winds  no  more; 
Sweet  spring  is  come,  and  summer  too- 
All  things  appear  divinely  new  ; 

On  Ziou's  mount  the  watchmen  cry, 
The  resurrectioii's  drawing  nigh  ; 
Behold,  the  nations  from  abroad 
Are  flocking  to  the  mount  of  God. 

3  The  trumpet  sounds  both  far  and  nigh, 
"  Oh  sinners,  turn  I   why  will  you  die  V" 
How  can  you  'stand  the  gospel  charms  '? 
Enlist  with  Christ,  giid  on  your  arms  : 
These  are  the  days  that  were  foretold 
In  ancient  limes  by  prophets  old; 
They  long'd  to  see  tliis  glorious  light.. 
But  all  have  died  without  the  sight. 

4  The  latter  days  have  now  come  on. 
Aad  fugitives  are  flocking  home  ; 
Beht^ld  them  crowd  the  gospel  road, 
All  pVessing  for  the  mount  of  God^ 


Hymn  346.  377 

O  yes,  and  I  will  join  the  band — 
O  here's  niy  heart,  and  liere's  ray  hand  ; 
With  Satan's  bands  no  more  I'll  be, 
But  fight  for  Christ  and  liberty. 
5  His  banner  soon  shall  be  unfurl'd, 
And  he  will  come  to  judge  the  world; 
On  Zion's  mountain  we  will  stand, 
Surrounded  by  fair  Canaan's  land. 
The  sun  and  moon  shall  darken'd  be. 
The  flames  consume  the  land  and  sea; 
When  worlds  on  worlds  together  blaze, 
We'll  shout,  and  loud  hosanuas  raise. 

HYMN  346.  S.  M. 

THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  evening  shades  appear  ; 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near, 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 
Upon  our  beds  to  rest: 

So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  nighty 
Secure  from  all  our  fears: 

May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleap, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  we  early  rise, 
And  view  th'  unwearied  sun^ 


378  Hymn  347. 

> 

May  we  set  out  to  win  th»  prize, 

And  ailer  glory  run 
5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  tinip  remove, 

0  may  we  in  thy  bo^som  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

HYMN  347.     P.  M. 

BRETHREN .  farewell.  I  do  you  tell, 
Since  we  are  join'd  in  heart, 

1  go  away,  and  here  you  stay. 

And  you  and  I  must  part 
Your  love  to  me  it  runs  most  free. 

And  conversation  sweei ; 
How  can  I  bear  to  journey,  where 

With  you  I  cannot  meet. 

2  But  I  do  find  my  heart  inclin'd 
To  do  my  work  below  ; 

When  Christ  doth  call.  I  trust  I  shall 

Be  ready  then  to  go ; 
If  I'm  call'd  home,  while  I  am  gone. 

Indulge  no  tears  for  me  ; 
I  hope  to  sing,  and  praise  my  King, 

To  all  eternity. 


\ 


3  If  you  die  first,  amen,  you  must; 

The  will  of  God  be  done  ; 
I  hope  the  Lord  will  you  reward, 

V/ith  an  immortal  crown. 


Hymn  348.  379 

I  trust  you'll  pray,  both  night  and  day, 

And  keep  your  armor  bright, 
For  you  and  me,  that  we  may  be 

The  children  of  the  light. 

4  Millions  of  years  above  the  stars, 

Shall  pass  in  sweet  repose. 
While  beauties  bright  unto  my  sight, 

Doth  sacred  sweets  disclose  ; 
There  may  we  meet  and  be  complete; 

And  long  together  ('well ; 
And  praise  the  Lord,  with  one  accord, 

And  so,  dear  friends — farewell ! 

HYMN  348.     P.  M. 

THE  people  called  Christians  have  mair 
things  to  tell 
About  the  land  of  Canaan,  where  saints  and 

angels  dwell ; 
But  sin,  adreadful  ocean,  encloses  them  around 
With  its  tide,  to  divide  thern  from  Canaan's 
happy  ground. 

2  Thousands  have  been  impatient  to  find  a 

passage  through. 
And  with  united  vigor  have  tried  what  they 

could  do  ; 
But  vessels  built  by  human  skill  have  sailed 

afar,  [ful  sandy  bar. 

Till  we've  found  them  aground  on  some  dread- 


380  Hymn  348. 

3  The   everlasting  gospel  has  launch'd  the 

deep  at  last ; 

Behold  her  sails  extended  around  her  tovv'ring 
n:ast; 

All  around  her  deck  in  ardor  her  joyful  sailors 
stand, 

Crying,  ho  !  here  we  go  to  Immanuel's  hap- 
py land ! 

4  To  all  who  stand  spectators,  what  anguish 

will  ensue, 
To  hear  their  old  companions  bid  thena  a  long 

adieu  ! 
The  pleasures  of  your  paradise  can  us  no  more 

invite; 
We  will  sail — you  may  rail — we  will  soon  be 

out  of  sight. 

5  We're  now  on  the  wide  ocean,  we  bid  this 

world  farewell, 
And  where  she  will  cast  anchor,  no  human 

tongue  can  tell ; 
About  our  future  destiny  there  needs  no  more 

debate. 
While  we  ride  on  the  tide  with  our  Captain 

and  his  Mate. 

G  The  passengers,  united  in  order,  peace  and 

love. 
The  winds  all  in  their  favor — how  sweetly  do 
I  they  move.' 


Hymn  349.  881 

Though  tempests  may  assail  us,  and  the  ra- 
ging billows  roar. 

We  will  sweep  through  the  deep  till  we  gain 
that  blessed  shore. 

7  That  peaceful  port  we'll  enter,  though  tovv'- 

ring  billows  roar, 
To  join  with  saints  and  angels  our  Saviour  to 

adore  ; 
Our  Captain  of  Salvation  will  bring  us  safe 

to  land, 
In  the  harbor  of  glory,  to  join  that  heavenly 

band. 

HYMN  349.     P.  M. 

"W  ORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
M-A  Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace. 
Oh  refresh  us, 

Trav'ling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 

May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound. 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So  whene'er  the  signal's  given^ 
Us  from  earth  to  call  awav, 


382  Hymn  350,  351. 

Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heaven, 
Call'd  the  summons  to  obey, 

May  we  ever 
Reign  with  ihee  in  endless  day. 

HYMN  350.     CM.  ^ 
^r^  OD  counts  tie  sorrows  of  his  saints  ; 
^J^     Their  groans  afFecl  his  ears  : 
He  has  a  book  for  their  complaints, 
A  bottle  for  their  tears. 

2  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 
Can  give  us  day  for  night, 

IMake  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

3  Let  those  who  sow  in  sadness,  wait 
Till  the  fair  harvests  come  ; 

They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessing  home. 

HYMN  351.     L.  M. 

WELCOME,  ye  hopeful  heirs  of  heaven. 
To  this  rich  feast  of  gospel  love— 
This  pledge  is  but  the  prelude  given 
To  that  immortal  feast  above. 
2  How  great  the  blessing,  thus  to  meet 
A-round  the  sacramental  board, 
And  hold  by  faith  communion  sweet. 
With  Christ  our  dear  and  common  Lord. 


Hymn  352.  383 

v>  And  if  so  sweet  this  feast  below, 

What  will  it  be  to  meet  above, 

Where  all  we  see,  and  feel,  and  know, 

Are  fruits  of  everlasting  love  ! 

4  Soon  shall  we  tune  the  heavenly  lyre 

Whilst  list'ning  worlds  the  song  approve  ; 

Eternity  itself  expire. 

Ere  we  exhaust  the  theme  of  love. 

HYMN  352.     P.  M. 
The  Bower  of  Prayer. 

TO  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neigh- 
bors to  part. 
And  go  from  my  home,  it  affects  not  my  heart 
Like  the  thought  of  absenting  myself  for  a 
day,  [pray- 

From  that  blest  retreat  where  I've  chosen  to 

2  Sweet  bower !  where  the  pine  and  poplar 

have  sped, 
And  woven  their  branches  a  roof  o'er  my  head: 
How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  evergreen  there. 
And  pour'd  oat  ray  soul  to  my  Saviour  in 

prayer. 

3  The  early  shrill  note  of  the  lov'd  nightin- 

gale 
I  observed  in  my  bower  to  serve  as  my  bell ; 
To  call  me  to  duty,  the  bird  of  the  air    [prayer. 
Sung  anthems  of  praises,   while  I  went  to 


384  Hymn  353. 

4  How  were  the   sweet  zephyrs  perfum'd 

with  the  pine, 
The  ivy,  the  olive,  the  wild  eglantine! 
Yet  sweeter,  O  sweeter,  superlative,  were 
The  joys  I  have  tasted  in  au«wer  to  prayer. 

5  For  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  oft  deigned  to  meet, 
And  bless  with  his  presence  my  humble  re- 
treat ;  I 

Oft  fiU'd  me  with  raptures  and   blessedness  I 

there,  ' 

Inditing  in  heaven's  own  language  my  prayer,  j 

6  Svv'eet  bower!    I  must  leave  you,  and  bid  • 

you  adieu, 
And  pay  my  devotion  in  parts  that  are  new ; 
Well  knowing  my  Saviour  resides  ev'r3'wherr 
And  can  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer 

HYMN  353.    P.  M. 
Beautiful  Valley. 

LOW  down  in  this  beautiful  valley, 
Where  love  crowns  the  mesk  and  the 
lowly. 
The  loud  storms  of  envy  and  folly, 
Can  roll  on  their  billows  in  vain. 
2  This  low  vale  is  far  from  contention, 
Where  no  soul  can  dream  of  dissention  •, 
No  dark  wiles  of  evil  invention. 
Can  find  out  the  regions  of  peace. 


Hymn  354.  385 

:i  The  low  soul,  in  humble  subjection, 
JShall  there  find  unshaken  protection — 
The  soft  gales  of  cheering  reflection — 

The  mind  soothed  from  sorrow  and  pain. 
4  O  there,  there  the  Lord  will  deliver, 
And  souls  drink  this  beautiful  river, 
Which  flows  peace,  for  ever  and  ever, 

Where  love  and  joy  for  ever  increase. 

HYMN  354.    L.  M. 

Babylonish  Captivity. 

WHEN  we,  our  weary  limbs  to  rest, 
Sat  down  by  proud  Euphrates' stream, 
We  wept,  with  doleful  thoughts  oppress'd, 

And  Zion  was  our  mournful  theme. 
Our  harps  that,  when  with  joy  were  strung. 

Were  wont  their  tuneful  parts  to  bear, 
With  silent  strings  neglected  hung. 
On  willow  trees  that  wither'd  there. 

2  Then  they  that  led  us  captive  said, 

**  Come,  sing  us  one  of  Zion's  songs ;"' 
And  of  our  griefs  derision  made, 

Nor  Jacob's  God  aveng'd  our  wrongs. 
How  can  we  sing  on  Babel's  shore, 

Where  songs  profane  salute  the  ear. 
Where  strangers  idol  gods  adore, 

And  hateful  images  appear? 

3  If  I  forget  Jerusalem, 
.Although  she  now  in  ruin  lies. 


386  Hymn  355. 

Let  ev'ry  object  cease  to  charm  ;— 

Then  cleave  my  lonsue  and  close  my  eyes- 
O  could  I  see  the  house  of  GoH, 

Whose  sacred  ashes  bleach  the  plain, 
Once  more  my  brethren's  blest  abode, 

There  would  I  dwell  while  life  remains. 
■4  Then,  O  my  soul,  arise  and  sing, 

And  strive  to  gain  the  heavenly  land, 
Where  all  the  saints  their  honors  bring, 

And  crown  with  joy  Jerusalem: 
There,  glory,  elory,  we  shall  sing, 

When  all  our  gloomy  doubts  are  o'er; 
And  join,  to  praise  our  conqu'ring  King, 

On  Canaan's  peaceful,  happy  shore. 

HYMN  355.     P.M. 
The  Missionary's  Farewell. 

THE  gallant  ship  is  under  way. 
That  bears  me  out  to  sea ; 
And  yonder  float  the  streams  so  gay; 

That  say  they  wait  for  me  ; 
The  seaman  dips  his  ready  oar; 

Oft  ebbing  waves  do  t-ell, 
I  must  not  linger  on  the  shore : 

My  native  land,  farewell ! 
^  I  go,  but  not  to  plough  the  main- 

To  ease  a  restless  mind  ; 
Nor  do  I  pant  on  battle  plains 

The  vict'ry  wreath  to  twine '- 


Hymn  355.  387 

Tis  not  for  treasures  that  are  hid 

In  mountains  or  in  dells: 
'Tis  not  for  joys  like  these,  I  bid 

My  native  land  farewell ! 

3  I  go  to  break  the  fowler's  snare, 
gTo  shake  the  tyrant's  throne  : 

I  go  the  name  of  Christ  to  bear, 

Where  Satan  reigns  alone. 
And  when  my  pilgrim  feet  shall  stand, 

Where  doubts  and  darkness  dwell, 
Dear  land  of  light,  my  heart  shall  say, 

My  native  land,  farewell ! 

4  I  go,  an  erring  child  of  dust; 
Ten  thousand  foes  around  ; 

He  whose  arm  is  all  my  trust, 

Can  make  the  feeble  strong  : 
My  Sun,  my  Shield,  for  ever  nigh, 

All  darkness  to  dispel : 
This  hope  supports  me  while  I  sigh, 

My  native  land,  farewell ! 

5  I  go,  devoted  to  his  cross, 
And  to  his  will  resign'd: 

His  presence  will  supply  the  loss 

Of  all  I  leave  behind. 
His  presence  cheers  me  while  I  go, 

And  lights  the  darkest  cell : 
His  presence  gilds  the  exile's  lot ! 

O  native  land,  farewell ! 


388       Hymn  356,  357, 

6  T  go,  because  my  Master  calls,. 

To  leave  my  native  shore ; 
I'll  go,  to  see  fair  Zion  rise, 

Her  King  for  to  adore ; 
And.  when  I  pass  the  vale  of  death, 

On  Canaan's  shore  I'll  tell 
How  Jesus  sav'd  me  by  his  power: 

My  native  land,  farewell ! 

HYMN  356.     P.  M. 

WE  are  sailing  across  the  great  ocean  of 
time, 
In  search  of  a  country  of  much  fairer  clime; 
By  faith  I  discover  it  lies  on  that  shore 
Where  billows  are  settled,  and  winds  cease 

to  roar. 
^  Our  captain  is  Jesus,  his  knowledge  is  deep. 
The  vessel  and  cargo  in  safety  he'll  keep  ; 
Roll  quickly,  fly  swiftly,  ye  moments  of  time, 
And  let  me  inhabit  that  land  of  fairer  clime. 

HYMN  357.    L.  M. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings 
flow ; 
Fraise  him  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


INDEX. 


A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have,  Page   17 

Affliciions,  though  ihey  seem  severe,  -  57 
Ah,  lovely  appear.l(ace  of  death,  -  -  147 
Ah  !  wl)ilhei-  shouH  I  go,  -  -  -  10 
Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed,  -  -  J43 
All  those  who  sed<  a  throne  of  grace,  -  60 
Almighty  Maker,  God,  -  -  -  -102 
Amazing  grace  (how  sweet  the  sound,)  -  270 
Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross,  -  -  -  56 
Among  theJewish  nations  one  Daniel,  &c.  337 
And  am  I  born  to  die,  -  .  -  .  145 
And  are  we  yet  alive,  -  .  -  .  103 
And  can  I  yet  delay,  -  -  -  -  17 
And  let  our  b»dies  part,  -        -        -105 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail,  -  -  -  149 
And  must  I  5e  to  judgement  brought,  -  162 
And  must  this  body  die,  -        -         -  153 

And  now  the  scales  have  left  mine  eyes,  200 
And  wilt  tiTOu  yet  be  found,  -  -  -  59 
Angels  yovr  march  oppose,  -  -  -  48 
Arise  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair,  -  -  272 
Arise,  mr  soul,  arise,  ....  9 
As  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung,  -  -  372 
Attend,  while  God's  exalted  Son,  -  -  197 
Awake,  and  sing  the  song,  -  -  -  5 
Awakei  Jerusalem,  awake,  -  -  -  IG 
Awak«,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays,  -  -  270 
Avvak^  my  heart,  arisn.  my  longus,  -  199 
Avva'4  ?ny  unbelieving  fear,  -  "-  -  il 
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390  Index. 

BEHOLD  how  sinners  disagree,  Page  206 
Behold,  the  blind  their  sight  receive,  -  207 
Behold  the  glories  o^  the  Lamb,  -  -  207 
Behold  the  Saviour  of  nitnkind,  -  -  138 
Behold  the  sure  foundatioi  Stone,  -  165 

Behold  the  wretch  whose  lUst  and  wine,  210 
Behold  what  wondrous  gra:;e,  -  -  201 
Being  of  beings,  God  of  love,  -  -  18 
Be  it  my  only  wisdom  here,  -  -  -  286 
Bid  me  of  men  beware,  .        .        -  107 

Blcss'd  are  the  humble  souls  that  see,  -  203 
Bless'd  with  the  joys  of  innocence,  -  214 
Blest  be  the  dear  uniting  love.  -  -  108 
Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,  •  -  -  284 
Brethren,  farewell,  I  do  you  tell,  -  -  378 
Buried  in  shadows  of  the  night  -  -  202 
Burst,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring,  -  308 
But,  above  all,  lay  hold,  -  -  -  346 
CELESTIAL  Dove,  descend  from  high,  274 
Christ's  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  tie  tears,  41 
Come,  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims  now,  -  342 
Come,  all  ye  weary  trav'lers,  -  -  311 
Come,  and  let  us  sweetly  join,  -  310 

Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghist,  -  78 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspre,  -  109 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove,  -  205 
Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs,  -  274 
Come,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine,  -  271 
Come,  Lord,  and  claim  me  for  thine  ovn,  42 
Come,  my  christian  friends  and  brethren,  286 
Come.  O  then  all  victorioas  Lord.         '    7"^ 


Index.  391 

Come,  Saviour,  Jesus,  from  \bove.  Page  309 
Come,  Saviour,  let  thy  tokei^  prove,  -  41 
Come,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast,  -  291 
Come,  sound  his  praise  abroa^  -  .  ]64 
Come,  then,  ye  sinners,  to  yo^r  Lord,  -  50 
Come,  thou  Fount  of  ev'ry  biasing,  -  291 
Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  n4dy,  -  287 
Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord,  \  -  •  204 
DARIUS  then  commanded  tho<e,  &c.  -  340 
Death  cannot  make  our  souls  afi\id,  -  154 
Death  may  dissolve  my  body  no^,  -  153 

Descend  from  heaven,  immortalDove,  209 
DoTi't  you  see  my  Jesus  coming,,  -  -  279 
Draw  near,  O  Son  of  God,  dravj  near,  -  109 
Drooping  souls  no  longer  grieve,  -  -  277 
EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay  -  -  166 
Equip  me  for  the  war,  -  -  -  -  30 
Eternal  Beam  of  Light  divine,  -  -  43 
FATHER,  how  wide  thy  glorie* shine,  113 
Father,  I  dare  believe,  -  -  -  -  29 
Father,  I  sing  thy  wondrous  graje,  -  167 
Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thfe,  -  315 
Father  of  Jesus  Christ,  mv  Lorl,  -  -  116 
Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word,  -  -  110 
Father  of  me  and  all  mankind,  -  -  112 
Father,  our  hearts  we  lift,  -  -  -  111 
For  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be,  -  -  29 
From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise,  209 
From  whom  doth  this  lovt  and  this,  &c.  335 
Fountain  of  life,  to  all  below,  -  -  115 
GIVE  me  a  sober  mind,         -        -        -    70 


392  Index. 

Give  me  the  wiigs  of  faith,  to  rise,  Page  212 
Giver  of  conccrd.  Prince  of  peace,  -  69 
Glory  to  God  <n  high,  -  -  -  -  142 
God  counts  th-'  sorrows  of  his  saints,  -  382 
God  is  in  thisand  ev'ry  place,  -  -  71 
God  moves  it  a  mysterious  way,  -  -  76 
,  God  of  all  coisolation,  take,  -  -  -  98 
God  of  eterrtl  truth  and  grace,  -  -  75 
God  of  my  ife,  whose  gracious  power,  -  100 
Good  is  theLord,  the  heavenly  King,  -  168 
Go  preach  \ie  gospel,  saith  the  Lord,  -  213 
Great  God, I  own  thy  sentence  just,  -  211 
Great  God  indulge  my  humble  claim,  -  169 
Great  was  lie  day,  the  joy  was  great,  -  215 
HAD  I  thetongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews,  2l9 
Hail  God  he  Father,  glorious  light,  -  275 
Hail!  thoublest  morn,  when  the,  «fcc.  -  359 
Happy  sou,  thv  days  are  ended,  -  -  362 
Happy  the  leart  where  graces  reign,  -  221 
Happy  the  nan  that  finds  the  grace,  -  74 
Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  join'd,  -  -  63 
Hark!  don'iyou  hear  the  Turtle  Dove,  376 
Hark!  fromthe  tombs  a  doleful  sound,  -  156 
Hark  !  how  he  watchmen  cry,  -  -  47 
Hark!  listen  to  the  trumpeters,  -  -289 
Hark!  the  htrald-angels  sing,  -  -361 
Hasten,  O  L)rd,  the  latter  day,  -  -  73 
Hearken,  ye  sprightly,  and  attend,  &c,  316 
H'^ar  (he  royal  proclamation,  -        -  268 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven,  «fec.  -  218 
He  dies !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies,     -  139 


Index.  393 

Holy,  and  true,  and  righteous  Lord,  Page,    19 

Holy  God,  and  hast  thou  sent,        -  -  *264 

Hosanna  to  tlie  Prince  of  Light,     -  -  222 

Hosanna  to  the  royal  Son,      -         -  -  216 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet,  -  -    ih. 

How  can  a  sinner  know,         -         -  -    81 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear,  -  -  171 

How  do  thy  mercies  close  me  round,  -     44 
How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of,  &c.  355 

How  happy  ev'ry  child  of  grace,    -  -     C2 

How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot,       -  -  363 
How  happy,  how  joyful,  how  loving,  &c.  366 

How  lost  was  my  condition,  -         -  -  318 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is,       -  -  223 

How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life,      -  -  155 

How  strong  thine  arm  is.  mighty  God,  -  219 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below,  -     80 

I  AM  hath  sent  me  to  you,      -         -  -  280 

I  and  my  house  will  serve  the  Lord,  -  320 

I  ask  the  gift  of  righteousness,        -  -    83 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives,     -  -     64 

I'll  praise  my  Mak^r  with  my  breath,  -  172 

I  love  my  blessed  Saviour,      -         -  -  297 

I  love  the  Lord;  he  heard  mv  cries,  -  170 

I'm  nor  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord,  -  -  220 

I'm  on  my  way  to  Canaan,     -        -  -  282 

In  fellowship  alone,         .         .         -  .  347 

Is  this  the  kind  return,    -         -         -  -  222 

I  thirst,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God,  -  140 

JESUS  came  into  the  world,  -  -  293 

JesHs,  dear  redeeming  Lord,  -  -  322 

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394  Index. 

Jesus,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep.  Pco^e  66 

Je<us  huth  died  that  I  might  live,    -  -  141 

Jesus,  if  still  thou  art  to-day,          -  -     94 

Jesus,   in  thee  our  eyes  behold,       -  -  225 

Jesus,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee,          -  -  321 

Jesus,  my  nil.  to  heaven  is  gone,    -  -  296 

Jesus,   my  life,  thyself  apply,         -  -     68 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend,  -     14 

Jesus,  my  strength  and  righteousness,  -     12 

Je^-us  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun,  -     32 

Jesus,  the  all-restoring  Word,         -  -    25 

Jesus,  the  Name  high  over  all,       -  -    20 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King,          -  -     97 

Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness,  -    24 

Jesus  to  ev'ry  willing  mind,    -         -  -  294 

Jesus  to  you  his  fulness  brings,        -  -     65 

Jesus,  unitpd  by  thy  grace,     -         -  -     67 

Jesus,  we  thus  obey,       -         -         -  -     13 

KNOW  then  that  ev'ry  soul  is  free,  -     15 

LET  all  who  truly  hear,          -         -  -     35 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds,  -  173 

Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend,    -         -  -  237 

Let  Him  to  whom  we  now  belong,  -     97 

Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be,  -  228 

Let  sinners  take  their  course,          -  -  174 

Lo.  in  thy  hand  I  lay,    -         -         -  -     61 
Long  have  I  seem'd  to  serve  thee,  Lord,    117 

Look  unto  Him,  ye  nations;  own,  -       7 

Lord,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee,     -  -     37 

Lord,  at  thy  table  I  behold,    -        -  -  137 

Lord,  at  ihy  temple  we  appear,      -  -  238 


Index.  395 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Page  381 

Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was,  -  224 

Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains,        -  -    45 

Lord,  I  believe  thy  ev'ry  word,      -  -     36 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear,  -  229 

Lord  Jesus,  when,  when  shall  it  be,  -    45 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  hear,      -         -  -     73 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above,       -         -  -  176 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand,  -  178 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray,  -    61 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece,      -         -  -  230 

Lord,  what  a  heaven  of  saving  grace,  -  226 

Low  down  in  this  beautiful  valley,  -  384 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears,  -  -  227 

Lukewarm  souls,  the  foe  grows  stronger,  343 

MAN,  at  his  first  creation,  in  Eden,  &c.  323 

Mistaken  souls!  that  dream  of  heaven,  -  246 

Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join,  -    72 

My  dearest  friends,  in  bonds  of  love,  -  329 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord,  -  -  242 

My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so,  -  245 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows,     -  -  180 

My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love,  -  -  240 

My  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine,  -     33 

My  God,  my  God,  to  thee  I  cry,    -  -  118 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love,    -        -  -  241 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love,  -  239 

My  God  !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys,  -  249 

My  hope,  iny  all,  my  Saviour  thou,  -     33 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend,  -  179 

My  Saviour's  pierced  side,     -        -  -  142 


396  Index. 

My  soul,  come,  meditate  the  day,    Page,  156 

My  soul  is  full  of  glory,  -         -         -  332 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise,     .         -        -  181 

My  span  of  life  will  soon  be  done,  ' 

NAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 

Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes. 

Now  in  a  sony  of  grateful  praise,   - 

Now  let  our  mournful  songs  record, 

OF  him  who  did  salvation  bring,   - 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

O  for  a  lieart  to  praise  my  God, 

O  for  an  ovprcoming  faith, 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing,    - 

O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 

O  God,  most  merciful  and  true, 

O  God,  my  heart  with  love  inflame, 

O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love,      - 

Oh  blessed  souls  are  they, 

Oh  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul,  - 

Oh!  the  almighty  Lord, 

Oh  give  me.  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn, 

O  h'lw  happy  are  ihey,  -         - 

O  Jesus,  at  thy  feet  we  wait, 

O  joyful  sound  of  gospel  grace, 

O  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art, 

O  may  thy  powerful  word,     - 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day, 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

O  that  I  could  my  Lord  receive,     - 

O  that  I  could  repent,    - 


Index.  397 

O  that  I  were  as  heretofore,  -  -  Page  119 
O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone,  -  -  79 
O  the  delights,  the  heavenly  joys,  -  -  247 
O  thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul,  &c.  -  351 
O  Jhou  that  wouldst  not  have,  -  -  147 
O  thou,  whom  all  thy  saints  adore,  -  121 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past,  -  -  184 
O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus,  -  -  -  304 
O  why  did  I  my  Saviour  leave,  -  -  23 
PEACE,  troubled  soul,  thou  need'st,  &c.  123 
Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair,  -  250 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow,  388 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  :  'tis  good  to  raise,  -  187 
RAISE  your  triumphant  songs,  -  -  251 
Rejoice,  my  friends,  the  Lord  is  King,  -  55 
Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state,  -  196 
Return,  ray  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest,  -  -  124 
SAINTS,  at  your  heavenly  Father's,  i&c.  254 
Salvation!  O  the  joyful  sound,  -  -  256 
Saviour  of  the  sin-sick  soul,  -  -  -  360 
Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation,  -  -  -  358 
Say,  which  of  you  would  see  the  Lord,  52 
See  how  the  morning  sun,  -  -  -  125 
See,  Jesus,  thy  disciples  see,  -  -  ib. 
See  what  a  living  Stone,  -  -  -  189 
Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear,  -  -  127 
Since  the  liaht  of  Christ  commenced,  -  356 
Sing  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praise,  -     51 

Sing  to  the  L(»rd.  ye  heavenly  hosts,  -  255 
Sinners,  obey  the  gospel-word,  -  -  49 
Shall  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood,    -  158 


398  Index. 

Shall  we  ^o  on  to  sin,    -        -  Page  ^bo 

Shall  wisdom  cry  aloud,  ...  252 

Shepherd  divine,  our  wants  relieve,  -  120 
Should  bounteous  nature  kindly  pour,  -  134 
So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express,  -  -  255 
Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise,  -  -  -  345 
Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say,  -  -  188 
Still,  for  thy  loving  kindness,  Lord,  -  135 
Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,  that  us'd,  &c.  159 
Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King,  190 
Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love,  -  -  353 
Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt,  -  132 
TEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days,  -  196 
Time!  what  an  empty  vapor 'tis,  -  -  160 
'Tis  Jesus  calls  my  soul  away,  -  -  152 
That  awful  day  will  surely  come,  -  -  163 
That  doleful  night  before  his  death,  -  143 
That  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh,  -    84 

The  counsels  of  redeeming  grace,  -  -  129 
The  day  is  past  and  gone,  -  -  -  377 
The  faithless  world  promiscuous  flows,  -  315 
The  gallant  ship  is  under  way,  -  -  386 
The  heavenly  treasure  now  we  have,  -  99 
The  heavens  declare  thy  glory.  Lord,  -  185 
The  King  of  glory  sends  his  Son,  -  -  257 
The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne,  177 
The  people  called  Christians  have,  &c.  379 
The  praying  spirit  breathe,  -  "  -  -  104 
The  spacious  firmament  on  high,  -  -  136 
The  thing  my  God  doth  hate,  -  -  130 
The  voice  of  free  grace,         -        -       -  348 


Index.  399 

The  wisdom  own'd  by  all  thy  sons,  Page  131 
The  vvouders.  Lord,  tliy  love  has  wrought,  175 
The  vvond'ring  world  iuquires  to  know,  232 
There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight,  -  -  217 
There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands,  -  260 
This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made,  -  191 
This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love,  -  257 
This,  this  is  the  God  we  adore,  -  -  27 
Thou  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Prince  of  Peace,  26 
Thou  Son  of  God.  whose  flaming  eyes,  131 
Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead,  -  -  161 
Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on,  -    84 

Thus  saith  the  high  and  lofty  One,  -  234 

Thus  saith  the  wisdom  of  the  Lord,  -  244 
Thy  life  I  read,  ray  gracious  L«»rd,  -  25 
To  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with,  &c.  383 
To  our  almighty  Maker,  God,  -  -  191 
Try  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground,  28 
'Twas  the  commission  of  our  Lord,  -  198 
UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes,  -  -  -  192 
VAIN,  delusive  world,  adieu,  -  -  302 
YE  children  of  Zion  who're  aiming,  &c.  364 
"Ye  fearful  saints  march  on,  -  -  -  31 
Ye  simple  souls  that  stray,  -  -  -  88 
Ye  sons  of  war,  I  pray  give  ear,  -  -  370 
Ye  who  know  your  sins  forgiven,  -  -  373 
Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor,  -  90 
WE  are  sailing  acrossthe  great  ocean,  «fec.  388 
We  by  his  Spirit  prove,  -        -        -    82 

Welcome,  ye  hopeful  heirs  of  heaven,  -  382 
We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee,      -        -        -    93 


400  Index. 

We've  found  the  Rock,  the,  &c.  Page  306 
With  love  and  pity.  I  look  round,  -  -  313 
With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace,  -  -  236 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud,  -  193 
What  fair  one  is  this,  from  the,  &c.  -  325 
What  heavenly  nnusic  do  I  hear,  -  -  305 
What !  never  speak  one  evil  word,  -  128 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God,  -  87 
Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise,  231 
When,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  be,  86 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear,  -  -  259 
When  I  set  out  for  glory,  -  -  -  327 
When,  in  the  light  of  faith  divine,  -  261 

When  overvvhelm'd  with  grief,  -  •  -  195 
When  shall  I  see  the  welcome  hour,  -  92 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again,  -  -  330 
When  souls  are  first  converted,  -  -  331 
When  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell,  258 
When  the  first  parents  of  our  race,  -  261 
When  we  are  raised  from  deep  distress,  234 
When  we,  our  weary  limbs  to  rest,  -  385 
Where  shall  the  man  be  found,  -  -  194 
While  dead  in  trespasses  I  lie,  -  -  95 
While  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks,  &c.  91 
Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise,  -  235 
Why  is  my  heart  so  Air  from  thee,  -  -  262 
Why  stand  you  here  idle,  ray  friends,  &c.  266 


